Van Gogh lent me his ear   Now the picture is clear   I can finally hear   Girls they grow like weeds   We're replaceable beings   Just tell her what you told me      Overindulge, hit the spot   Take too much, take some more   Let habits form praise the Lord   Give me more don't get bored      Bow down to the mass   Fill in the gap   Fill the hole in your head      Bow down to the mass   Fill in the gap   Fill the hole in your head      How insane would I be   If you fed on me   And I found sanctity   Bless this body received   If I say the right things   Will you pretend to love me