There's a space man 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  
 
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 livingroom 
cut you open like candy and pull out your little wound 
like tv dinners for the third world 
and 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