Wasted youth: pussy whipped and
ruled by that bitch goddess blue screen sex machine
All lit up and tripping the tryptophan
Fantastic jizm dripping down the glowing silver screen
Ah won’t you chain me down
and make me beg for more
Hook it up to current root me to the ground
Blue eyed silver whore
Magic magic magic box
Tellin’ a tale of bright and electric delight
Look ma they got this thing that talks
And puts out sickly bluish light
And all the wasted youth sit quiet
And watch it slip past shining we’re all pining
for her kiss as we scrape by on a steady diet
of nothing fingers fingers intertwining
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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