He's totally pregnant with his own self   Opening his pores like a thousand cameras   Filming and trashing, cashing in on debt   Spraypainting everybody with his breath      You're like a magnet connected to nothing   Eat it off the floor like a starving ghost   Take it to the limit   Take it to a midget   Tell me what it's like to be your girl      You really gotta tell me, how you gonna tell me   Nothing is sane      Down from the stage, the kids were in a rage   Bathing in crap, craving for love   Crazy animals leaping and sleeping   Crawling around in the undertaker's clothes      You're like a magnet connected to nothing   Eating off the floor like a starving ghost   Take it to the limit   Take it like a midget   Tell me what it's like to be your girl   You really gotta, you really gotta, really gotta