I wanna plug you in I wanna get you things Send you a pentagram Feed you diazepam I wanna play the game I wanna live again I wanna bend your spoons and make your Silver shine I'll wear a stylin' mustache You'll wear a frozen smile We'll run like Tamil Tigers We'll drink the poison vial I'm not the Jack of diamonds I'm not the six of spades I don't know what you thought I'm not your astronaut Because our surly stare Is so revealing Because your feet are bare My eyes are peeling Because your mistletoe Because I gamble Because I told you so My eyes are scrambled