There's a space man 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
    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 livingroom
  cut you open like candy and pull out your little wound
  like tv dinners for the third world
  and 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