Now you're stuck with me in limbo! Take a number, get in line I'll absorb your opinions And pretend your thoughts were mine Greasy food and porn Here's your medication I'll make you dance Like an indian cobra... I am your fakir One more cup of Saint John's wort tea Then i can get out of bed Purple spots on turquoise mushrooms Now i must clean up my mess... Greasy food is porn Your shopping mall is your home I'll put you in a trance Like a true believer... I am your fakir