Dust off the criminal Dress up your kids We're having people over While we're living in sin Erase the impulse Tear off your skin We're having quiet rage for dinner again Push it down inside Judgment day arrived on time There may not really be bugs on you But hypnosis isn't what I do May not really be bugs all over you No, no, no, no, no I'm in the scary final fantasy About me, myself, your pants and me Why don't you take them off Or you can take off right now You're always interrupting All the jokes I hear Be sure to remind me How its clear Push it down inside Helps you clear your mind Push it deep down inside Judgment day arrived on time There may not really be bugs on you But hypnosis isn't what I do May not really be bugs all over you No, no, no, no, no It may not be up to you Why you do the things you do It may not really be up to you at all No, no, no, no