Pop Will Eat Itself - Token Drug Song lyrics

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?
Lightweight 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
And 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
And how did you turn out
To be so lightweight? Lightweight
So fucking lightweight

Bad trip? Tough shit! Bad trip? Tough shit!
Bad trip? Tough shit!
That's what you get when you
Think with your dick!