Here I’m sitting watching TV
Heaving a fun time with my wee-wee
Because of you the news are getting sexy
They’re information and self-penetration
I think there’s violence in your kitchen
Your lips are so full they’d give a BJ with no friction
The microphone is looking like my penis
Trembling around your lips filling your face with my jizz

Your airtime is my heroin
And masturbation is my needle
You talk about some child starvation
I apply the lubrication
You say last week an airplane crashed
An explosion happens in my pants
I feel myself
Drowning in this
Mess I summoned
With my penis

For months we had a perfect relation
But now I crave to come some
More, I need the perfect erection

More
More
More
More

Forty screens and eighty tits is what I found
In the mall where I go to… Satisfy my
Lust, I can’t control it anymore
My penis is red tits around my head
Tit tornado
My consciousness is leaving me
Ecstatic shivers bend my knees
I’m seizing
Still rubbing I’m gonna hit the floor so hard
Butt-naked they’re gonna find me
Masturbating

Now I’m sitting in a jail cell
With no TV –
No play for my wee-wee
Arrested for public masturbation
I miss the media –
And the news from your station

But then you show up at the prison
To interview the pervert soul
I can’t believe it’s happening to
Me I think I’ll lose control
But when I saw you in live action
I see the flaws below your waist
Your fat thighs and
Your short legs are
Turning me of my
Addiction