There's a spaceman in my basement   There's an IV keeping time beside my bed   And a painting of Jesus wandering for a dart board   You know he's seen you naked a million times, a million times      I long to be dead and sleep with the fishes under the sea   They can swim through my head   And stop all the traffic jams, stop all the traffic jams   And there'll be no light tonight if I'm fated      There's a cartoon killer in my living room   Cut you open like candy and pull out your little wound   Like TV dinners for the third world, amputee dancing girls   You try but you fail 'cause you're bad at life and good in a vacuum      I long to be dead and sleep with the fishes under the sea   They can swim through my head   And stop all the traffic jams, stop all the traffic jams   And there'll be no light tonight if I'm fated, if I'm fated, if I'm fated