Token Drug Song Lyrics - The Looks Or The Lifestyle - Pop Will Eat Itself

Transfixed to the TV 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 shit 

Bad trip? Tough shit 

Bad trip? Tough shit 

That's what you get 

When you think with your dick