This is a ballad of my private thoughts, this is a ballad of sickening thoughtsnMusic is nothing, just stands in the background, it's the ringing in your ears when you head hits the pillow, it's the ache in your brain when the nightclub is overnnIt's ups and downs, ups and downs, take my thoughts, take my thoughtsnWhat to do, what to do? Taking off my trousers and you take off your socksnnYou can set the night on fire with a disco ball, a razor sharp haircutnA little perfume and a racing pulse, and a WonderbrannI hear that someone else is doing it for you but, hey now, I was there firstnnArea 51 is under my bed, extinct in the middle of winternYeah, so talented and beautiful, you're one in a million, my teeth shine like dead starsnGod is running out, God is running, he sucks on his own sweat, it's been a hard days worknnMasturbation is better for girls with imaginationnnBig Brother keeps me company now