feed me pre-chewed shit food bad mood rubbish
and i'll give you all the secrets to my soul
sell me low-grade ill-made bubble-gum intoxicants
i'll give you all i have and all i hold
shine a cold light burning from your blow-up doll eyes
i'll roll over and i'll tell you everything
but you still won't get me
and you still can't touch me
and we'll burn together
screaming as we sing...
Show me the way to go home
I'm tired and... (etc)
Errors of Judgement by Wayne Myers