| i want to be an addict | |
| i want to be a whore | |
| i want to be a headcase | |
| with no apparent cure | |
| i want not to be responsible | |
| for the things i do and say | |
| to be considered a mad genius | |
| for the idiots i blow away | |
| i'm all up in this girl whose | |
| husband is a cop | |
| should i stop | |
| hell no | |
| hell no | |
| i want to be eccentric in the | |
| hughsian | |
| sense of the word | |
| i want to be cooked up and filleted | |
| never to be served | |
| i want to carry out coups | |
| military and the like | |
| to kidnap royal daughters from | |
| big palaces at night | |
| i want to do the things | |
| they say can never be done | |
| i want to pass every lesser car | |
| in my lemans prepped mclaren f1 | |
| i'm all up in this girl whose | |
| husband is a cop | |
| should i stop | |
| hell no | |
| should i stop | |
| hell no | |
| but i think i'm being followed | |
| i get all skitchy it's hard | |
| to swallow | |
| maybe i'm just wallowing | |
| in self pity | |
| maybe it's just this psycho city | |
| or the fact that she's so | |
| fucking pretty | |
| i want the dealers to roll | |
| me fatties | |
| pimps pick me up in their in-the- | |
| mud caddies | |
| thugs lay down their gatties and | |
| battles | |
| i want every last motherfucking | |
| bad guy to call me daddy | |
| who's your daddy | |
| you can call me daddy |