A wanna feast on your hair But it gets in my teeth I wanna breathe in your air But it's trapped underneath I wanna shovel your blood And get it under my arms I wanna grovel in mud And sing the 23rd psalm But there's nothing in this world like the nice things that you do I wanna spit out my eyes Suck 'em back in my throat I wanna wear a disguise And buy myself a boat I wanna rip off my hands And nail 'em onto the door I wanna play with my fans Until I'm really a bore But there's nothing in this world like the nice things that you do I wanna chew on a worm And throw it up on a plate I wanna play with my sperm And bake a semen cake I wanna hide all my toys In a great big hole I wanna make a lot of noise And call it rock and roll But there's nothing in this world like the nice things that we do