Lyrics

Living in a hole on a couch With plastic cameras on the wall I said fragile you gotta care with handle Could it be is it me A twisted childhood memory You gotta let my baby I want to feel my way You gotta look around I want you to feel my way Jesus came to me do I really know Mr. Christ can he fly now will he die Only the dogs will know only I can see below Could it be is it me A twisted childhood memory You gotta let my baby I want you to feel my way You gotta look around I want you to feel my way Goddamn mother what you want from me I want you to pull my blood You got to look around I want you high to the sky now Visions of a satelite deep in space My alien is my religion Well I hope to see The mothership down on me Could it be is it me A twisted childhood memory You gotta let my baby I want you to feel my way You gotta look around I want you to feel my way Goddamn mother what you get for me I want you to pull my blood You got to look around I want you high to the sky now