I’m getting just a little tired of the way you people stare
With your eyes so full of wonder and your paint by number hair
Thinking I am God or the electric Christ himself
When really I’m a pervert with a cesspool for a mouth
Cry to your God Cry for your Freedom
Cry for your glamour and for your bleedings
Cry to who’ll listen to save your open sore
From prying eager fingers of fakes that you adore
And So People think I’m
So Fascinating,
So Stimulating,
And Captivating
So then just rape me
But soon you’ll see I’m
Just Irritating
Just Aggravating
And Masturbating
So then you’ll hate me
I’m a loser and a user with morals black as coal
Even what I’m singing now I’m sure I must have stole
A rip off and a cheat “Can’t you make something new?
Your words are just as fake as the music that you do.”
Cry to your God Cry for your Freedom
Cry for your glamour and for your bleedings
Cry to who’ll listen to save your open sore
From prying eager fingers of fakes that you adore
And So People think I’m
So Fascinating,
So Interesting,
And Energizing
So then just rape me
But soon you’ll see I’m
Just Irritating
Just Degradating
And Masturbating
So then you’ll hate me
Twirling, always Twirling, around the world goes
Stopping, never Stopping, the pain inside me grows
Twirling, always Twirling, around the world goes
Stopping, never Stopping, the pain inside me grows
Twirling, always Twirling, around the world goes
Stopping, never Stopping, the pain inside me grows