Transfixed to the TeeVee station,
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Burning through my brain,
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Mutant news flashes from the neon grain,
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I'm a reptile,
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You're "Doug Quaid."
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Go on, I say, I'll make your day,
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I'll give you what you want,
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But the price you pay is the pleasure,
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The pleasure is mine
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I say, "Handed me your head on a plate,
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How did you turn out to be so lightweight?"
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I can't hurt you more than you've hurt yourself,
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I can't touch you but you've already felt
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So high now you're going so low.
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go on, I say, I'll make your day,
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I'll give you what you want,
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But the price you pay is the pleasure,
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The pleasure is mine
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I say, "Looked into your blackened soul,
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Your emptiness complete and whole,
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Handed me your head on a plate,
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How did you turn out to be so lightweight?"
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Bad trip? Toough shit!
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Bad trip? Tough shit!
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Bad trip? Tough shit!
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That's what you get when you think with your dick!
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Token Drug Song
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| Pop Will Eat Itself |