When I was just a little boy
I threw away all of my action toys
I became obsessed with operation oh
Hearts and minds and certain glands
You got to learn to keep a steady hand
And thus began my morbid fascination
Tore all the spines out from all of these self-help books
Made myself a gun that not only shoots
But looks real
Yeah it shoots through steel with rays of dark matter
Rays of dark matter
Just the thought of all this red and black
Thought of tongues that tasted bad
Fill you with the nausea-ausea-ausea-alation
Do you wonder where the self resides
Is it in the head or between your sides
And who would be the one who will decide
It's two locations
