Van Gogh lent me his ear

Now the picture is clear

I can finally hear

Girls they grow like the weeds

We're replaceable beings

Just tell her what you told me



Overindulge, hit the spot

Take too much, take some more

Let habits form, praise the Lord

Give me more, don't get bored



Bow down to the mass

Fill in the gap

Fill the hole in your head



Bow down to the mass

Fill in the gap

Fill the hole in your head



How insane would I be

If you fed on me

And I found sanctity

Bless this body received

If I say the right things

Will you pretend to love me