You've got an ice-cold stare and a glossy sheen
You've got a beautiful smile made of plasticine
You've got a picture of your tits in a magazine
You've got your arm hooked up to a death machine
When you're feeling down, you can take caffeine
But you know that won't solve everything
Are you feeling strange? Are you lost between?
Have you seen what's better left unseen?
Have you beaten it down, but you feel unclean?
Nobody's gonna help you kill the fiend
When you're feeling down, you can take caffeine
But you know that won't solve everything
Get the girl to a doctor, she's obscene!
And her skin is turning the palest green
Aren't you droll when you fake gangrene?
Well, it looks like you're the punctured queen
When you're feeling down, you can take caffeine
But you know that won't solve everything