I am obsessed with this confessing obsession I'd like to teach these little girls a lesson. Dick deep in depression, social Armageddon. Baby I just need some space to get my shit together. And the weather outside is locusts and blood Rivers of corpses earthquakes and floods I ain't no doctor but I play one on TV I ain't no boner but I think you'll get a load of me And I told you not to look at me baby I didn't wanna do this but you're making me. Now what's a boy to do when you keep on pushing me? I ain't nearly strong enough to stop trusting you But you're a real motherfucker, what's a boy to do? I am isolated and it's great, sometimes I hate it. When you're late at least you made it, but the slate is everchanging. And I'm ranging on this galaxy tonight, An empty hearted dead-eyed satellite. Whoa.