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        Ant Mozart Khadaffi 2001  All lyrics Copyright © Ant Mozart Khadaffi