Token Drug Song lyrics

Song information

Artist: Pop Will Eat Itself
Album: The Looks Or The Lifestyle

Lyrics

Transfixed to the teevee station
Burning through my brain
Mutant news flashes from the neon grain
I'm a reptile
You're "doug quaid."
Go on, I say, I'll make your day
I'll give you what you want
But the price you pay is the pleasure
The pleasure is mine
I say, "handed me your head on a plate
How did you turn out to be so lightweight?"
I can't hurt you more than you've hurt yourself
I can't touch you but you've already felt
So high now you're going so low
Go on, I say, I'll make your day
I'll give you what you want
But the price you pay is the pleasure
The pleasure is mine
I say, "looked into your blackened soul
Your emptiness complete and whole
Handed me your head on a plate
How did you turn out to be so lightweight?"
Bad trip? toough shit!
Bad trip? tough shit!
Bad trip? tough shit!
That's what you get when you think with your dick!