Monster Magnet

Who's gonna teach you how to dance? Who's gonna show you how to fly? Who's gonna call you on the lame dope smoking Slacking little sucker you are? Who's gonna get you from behind? Who's gonna ring your little bell? Who's gonna con you into buying A t

You know you're quite a hot topic You've gotta nothin' in your head You've got your ass in the back seat We all agree you're over fed You're from the suck generation Like a doggie with a bone You like your lame fuckin' music You love a talkin' on you

Drowning in your puddle, waiting at the sky Suckin' on your daddy's cigar I'm your destination, I'm the reason why Lemma take a look at your scars Bought a line of shit Now you wanna sell it back to me Come on down to the hotel, baby I can be what yo

Keep that thing in your pants You got nothing for me, no Your sister knows how to dance And she might be more my speed, yeah She moves just like a panther baby, I'll bet you never knew and I say This is how we'd go about it to make our heads explode

Waking up I watch another sun go down Another day spent underground In my world of pills, yeah And I was thinking how the world should have cried On the day Jack Kirby died I wonder if I'm ill, yeah I'll never trust myself again But I don't care, no

I＇ve been stuffed in your pocket for the last hundred days When I don＇t get my bath I take it out on the slaves So grease up your baby for the ball on the hill Polish them rockets now, and swallow those pills and sing... Space Lord Mutha Huh! Uh huh

I'm afraid of nothing It's the only way to be Welcome to the rubber room It was made for you and me Want to see how a snake can fly? I believe that you can't say no Just get ready for the world outside It's insane, it's insane, it's insane, hey Keep