Dust off the criminal, dress up your kids
We're having people over while we're living, we're living in sin
Erase the impulse, just tear off your skin
We're having quiet rage for dinner, for dinner again
You push it down inside
The Judgment Day done arrived on time
There may not really be bugs on you
But hypnosis isn't what I do
May not really be bugs all over you
No, no, no, no, no
I'm in the scary final fantasy
About me, myself, your pants and me
Won'cha take them off or you can take off right now
You're always interrupting, all the jokes I hear
Be sure to remind me, how it's clear
Push it down inside, helps you clear your mind
You push it down, deep down inside
Judgment Day done arrived on time
There may not really be bugs on you
But hypnosis isn't what I do
May not really be bugs all over you
No, no, no, no
It may not really be up to you
Why you do the things you do
It may not really be up to you at all
No, no, no, no
