Lucy doesn't move   Lucy doesn't give her opinion   Lucy doesn't see   And Lucy doesn't please anybody but me      Hands in the fire!   Your life is about to expire      Mole on the mind   I've got a present for you      No one came by today   Your house is beginning to smell      I have no vocation   'Cause nothing ever comes to my mind   And I don't have no message or nothing to offer   I just wanna be on      Disembodied voices in my filth-covered brain   And an outburst of hysteria   You can't tell if she is getting laid or dying   I won't stop till I get caught and ready for press   And all venereal sitcoms and Soap-Oprah diseases      I need validation   From whatever makes me feel I exist   Ain't got nothing to lose or nothing to win   When I'm falling in love      I'm a wild beast in the playroom   I'm the lonely vulture behind the screen   The World is a catchpenny show   Jenny Jones is the truth I know      Sex with you is just like TV   You're a stiff, an entertainer   They'd eat their hearts out in Las Vegas   Just wanna be on      I need validation   From whatever makes me feel I...   And I don't have no message or nothing to offer   I just wanna be...   ...on      Just wanna be on my baby   I wanna be on for you