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