You think I'm a thug I hear you thinking I'm a thug, sentimental like a thug Well I lack the physique but, yes sir, it's a brutal tribe We dive for pearls in the drain and hold dying competitions Who can squirt blood furthest into the mouths of our cannibal overlords I want to tell you about what I want I want to tell you about what I want You think I'm un-generous? Really? in what way The more you give someone the more they want from you Rubbishing people is fun, it's second to none In the joy that it brings to the self-righteous minds Ah-ooh, is my head on straight, baby I want to tell you about what I want I want to tell you about what I want I want World Peace, gentle socialismo-no-machismo And the only God shall be the god of L-O-V-E I want a non-invasive kind of telepathy That lets you feel what it's like to be somebody else Feel what it's like to be somebody else I want to tell you about what I want I want to tell you about what I want We're replacing ourselves with artificial thought Boo boop b-doo And that could could be our legacy Before the feline dynasty Scampers over history Skiddley-bop, skiddley-bop, skiddley-bop And the machines count up to heaven twenty-four/seven But eight billion zeroes is still zero If you got no heart I want to tell you about what I want I want to tell you about what I want I want to tell you about what I want I want to tell you about what I want What I want what I want what I want what I want