Fated

There's a space man in my basement
 there's an IV keeping time beside my bed
 and a painting of Jesus wandering
 for a dart board
 you know he's seen you naked a million times
 I long to be dead
 and sleep with the fishes under the sea
 they can swim through my head
 and stop all the traffic jams
 stop all the traffic jams
 and there'll be no light tonight
 if I'm fated
 There's a cartoon killer in my livingroom
 cut you open like candy and pull out your little wound
 like tv dinners for the third world
 and amputee dancing girls
 you try but you fail cause you're bad at life
 and good in a vacuum
 I long to be dead
 and sleep with the fishes under the sea
 they can swim through my head
 and stop all the traffic jams
 stop all the traffic jams
 and there'll be no light tonight
 if I'm fated