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i want to be an addict |
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i want to be a whore |
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i want to be a headcase |
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with no apparent cure |
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i want not to be responsible |
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for the things i do and say |
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to be considered a mad genius |
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for the idiots i blow away |
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i'm all up in this girl whose |
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husband is a cop |
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should i stop |
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hell no |
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hell no |
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i want to be eccentric in the |
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hughsian |
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sense of the word |
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i want to be cooked up and filleted |
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never to be served |
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i want to carry out coups |
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military and the like |
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to kidnap royal daughters from |
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big palaces at night |
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i want to do the things |
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they say can never be done |
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i want to pass every lesser car |
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in my lemans prepped mclaren f1 |
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i'm all up in this girl whose |
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husband is a cop |
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should i stop |
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hell no |
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should i stop |
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hell no |
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but i think i'm being followed |
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i get all skitchy it's hard |
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to swallow |
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maybe i'm just wallowing |
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in self pity |
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maybe it's just this psycho city |
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or the fact that she's so |
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fucking pretty |
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i want the dealers to roll |
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me fatties |
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pimps pick me up in their in-the- |
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mud caddies |
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thugs lay down their gatties and |
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battles |
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i want every last motherfucking |
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bad guy to call me daddy |
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who's your daddy |
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you can call me daddy |