Shoot me with your raygun
Full of holes so the day light can get to what’s dark
I remain trapped inside your body
The vice above your head
The hole inside your heart
Shoot me with your raygun
Full of night and daylight savings
Armour me with futile aspirations
The knives of many nations
A shovel and some dirt
Digging down you’ll find you’re old inside
Shoot me with your raygun
Full of holes of indignation
We’ve never been there before
Take me with you
To the place where everything is unsaid
I remain trapped inside my body
Wishing it was over
Shoot me with your raygun
Through the night
So the daylight finds you
Wishing it was over
Digging down you’ll find you’re old inside
Shoot me with your raygun
Full of holes of indignation
We’ve never been there before
You and me

Venus was a fly trap
The man you loved devoured
I used to dream about your sister
Standing in the shower
But I was never cool
You thought I was a cowboy
I wonder where my gun is
Can you spare a bullet senorita
I will always be the worst
Generation X-wing
That’s got to be the death star
I used to dream about the future
I used to dream about a lot of things
But I was never cool
So you can call me loser
Yeah you can call me anything
You want to senorita
I will always be the worst
Help me up with
A pair of wings
A little rope
All those things
She always said I’d find the cure for cancer
I read my horoscope but I just can’t pull it off alone
Venus was a fly trap
The man you loved devoured
I used to dream about your sister
Fucking me in the shower
But I was never cool
So you can call me loser
Yeah you can call me anything
You want to senorita
I will always be the worst

Make me your animal
Make me your freak and i will pack them in
It’s understandable
After all you’re only human
All this time it’s been killing me
All this time it’s been caving in my head
Killing me
Alive, alive, alive
You’re dead
Haven’t slept in years
Haven’t talked to anybody else
Make me your cannibal
Make me your product and i will make you rich
It’s still fashionable, isn’t it?
All this time it’s been killing you
All this time it’s been caving in your head
Killing you
Alive, alive, alive
You’re dead

What is life if not a joke
One night she went out for smokes
And they took her apart like a rag doll
In the back of a van
In an Alabama motel room
I have one of them tied up in the bathroom
I am down and out
But he will not get away with it again
When the night comes in
I hope I’m out of the rain
When the night comes in
She makes me whole again
I never sleep, I just watch TV
And the gun, it lies next to me
Whispering
In an Alabama motel room
I reflect on her sweet perfume
I am down and out
But they will not get away with it again
Say you love me
We will never get the chance again

So long Mrs. Smith
This spring I think that I should go
And I have had enough of this
And this place ain’t what it was before
When I was young nine thirty was late enough
And the sky was angel dust
A dead top trio of criminal saints
To worship at Wong’s
Would you say that we were wrong
So long Mrs. Smith
This spring I think that I should go
And I have had enough of this
I’m going down to Edison