Pop Will Eat Itself - Token Drug Song lyrics

Transfixed to the TeeVee station, burning through my brain Mutant news flashes from the neon grain I'm a reptile, you're "Doug Quaid" Go on, I say, I'll make your day I'll give you what you want, but the price you pay Is the pleasure, the pleasure is mine, I say "Handed me your head on a plate, How did you turn out to be so lightweight?" I can't hurt you more than you've hurt yourself I can't touch you, but you've already felt so high Now you're going so low Go on, I say, I'll make your day I'll give you what you want, but the price you pay Is the pleasure, the pleasure is mine, I say "Looked into your blackened soul, Your emptiness complete and whole, Handed me your head on a plate, How did you turn out to be so lightweight?" Bad trip? Tough sh**! Bad trip? Tough sh**! Bad trip? Tough sh**! That's what you get when you think with your dick!