Electrodes In Captivity

baby, baby

my car's on empty

and I've got no wires in my legs

baby, baby

my car's on empty

and I've got bad weather in my bed

there is passion in the slaughterhouse

when you're receiving messages from the dead

i, shoot into my mouth to receive comfort

when your ghost becomes so permanent

we were hooked up to electrodes in captivity

and they studied the effects policy

the built the worst climate for us to use birth control

and they laugh as we reproduce like thieves

baby, baby

my car's on empty

and I've got no wires in my legs

baby, baby

my car's on empty

and I've got bad weather in my bed