Living in a hole on a couch   With plastic cameras on the wall   I said fragile you gotta care with handle      Could it be is it me   A twisted childhood memory   You gotta let my baby   I want to feel my way   You gotta look around   I want you to feel my way      Jesus came to me do I really know   Mr. Christ can he fly now will he die   Only the dogs will know only I can see below      Could it be is it me   A twisted childhood memory   You gotta let my baby   I want you to feel my way   You gotta look around   I want you to feel my way      Goddamn mother what you want from me   I want you to pull my blood   you got to look around   I want you high to the sky now      Visions of a satelite deep in space   My alien is my religion   Well I hope to see   The mothership down on me      Could it be is it me   A twisted childhood memory   you gotta let my baby   I want you to feel my way   You gotta look around   I want you to feel my way      goddamn mother what you get for me   I want you to pull my blood   you got to look around   I want you high to the sky now