Fated

There's a spaceman 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, 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 living room

Cut you open like candy and pull out your little wound

Like TV dinners for the third world, 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, if I'm fated, if I'm fated