I would like to be a martyr
Over time it's getting harder
Who do I have to go and kill
To get my face on a dollar bill?
Every single time I look
Someone else has beat me to it
Some poor bastard bites the dust
I really don't know who to trust
There's one thing I can't deny
I'd rather it was me they fry
Have a drink from an empty cup
Light a match and burn me up
I'm exhausted, I'm committed
I'm outsmarted, I'm outwitted
My head's filled with dynamite
It's coming out of my ears at night
I think I am being watched
Electric eyes that never turn off
Radar beams insinuate
Evil thoughts while I'm masturbating
Even my old Trinitron
Is coming through when there's nothing on
Have a drink from an empty cup
Light a match and burn me up
I would like to be a martyr
Over time it's getting harder
Who do I have to go and kill
To get my face on a dollar bill?
Every single time I look
Someone else has beat me to it
Some poor bastard bites the dust
I really don't know who to trust
There's one thing I can't deny
I rather it was me they fry
Have a drink from an empty 'atch [I believe he messed up here...]
Electric eyes that never turn off
Radar beams insinuating
Evil thoughts while I'm masturbating
Even my old Trinitron
Is coming through when there's nothing on
There's one thing I can't deny
I'd rather it was me they fry
Have a drink from an empty cup
Light a match and burn me up