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
But there's one thing I can't deny:
I'd rather it was me they fried
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 insinuating
Evil thoughts while I'm masturbating
And even my old Trinitron
It's comin' through when nothing's on
Have a drink from an empty cup
Light a match and burn me up
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