Fated

There's a space man in my basement There's an ıv 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 living room Cut you open like candy and pull out your little wound Like tv dinners for the third world And amputee dancing girls