i want to be an addict
i want to be a whore
i want to be a headcase
with no apparent cure
i want not to be responsible
for the things i do and say
to be considered a mad genius
for the idiots i blow awayi'm all up in this girl whose
husband is a cop
should i stophell no
hell noi want to be eccentric in the
hughsian
sense of the word
i want to be cooked up and filleted
never to be served
i want to carry out coups
military and the like
to kidnap royal daughters from
big palaces at night
i want to do the things
they say can never be done
i want to pass every lesser car
in my lemans prepped mclaren f1i'm all up in this girl whose
husband is a cop
should i stophell noshould i stophell nobut i think i'm being followed
i get all skitchy it's hard
to swallow
maybe i'm just wallowing
in self pity
maybe it's just this psycho city
or the fact that she's so
fucking prettyi want the dealers to roll
me fatties
pimps pick me up in their in-the-
mud caddies
thugs lay down their gatties and
battles
i want every last motherfucking
bad guy to call me daddywho's your daddyyou can call me daddy