I ask for water I ask for sleep

Batteries for my remote telephone to speak

Electricity in abundance mirror shades

Japanese food midnight raid

I ask for silence I ask for sex

Give me a ray gun tell me how to dress

Call my mother call the priest

Tell them my lover has turned a beast

This situation is now as old as anything

My eyes see in the darkened space of this existance

I ask for strenght a clear head

Maybe a razor to paint you red

I want radar I want a light

I want division I want to fight