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