Daddy

i want to be an addict

i want to be a whore

i want to be a headcase

with no apparent cure

i want not to be responsible

for the things i do and say

to be considered a mad genius

for the idiots i blow away

i'm all up in this girl whose

husband is a cop

should i stop

hell no

hell no

i want to be eccentric in the

hughsian

sense of the word

i want to be cooked up and filleted

never to be served

i want to carry out coups

military and the like

to kidnap royal daughters from

big palaces at night

i want to do the things

they say can never be done

i want to pass every lesser car

in my lemans prepped mclaren f1

i'm all up in this girl whose

husband is a cop

should i stop

hell no

should i stop

hell no

but i think i'm being followed

i get all skitchy it's hard

to swallow

maybe i'm just wallowing

in self pity

maybe it's just this psycho city

or the fact that she's so

fucking pretty

i want the dealers to roll

me fatties

pimps pick me up in their in-the-

mud caddies

thugs lay down their gatties and

battles

i want every last motherfucking

bad guy to call me daddy

who's your daddy

you can call me daddy