Dust off the criminal, dress up your kids

We're having people over while we're living, we're living in sin

Erase the impulse, just tear off your skin

We're having quiet rage for dinner, for dinner again

You push it down inside

The Judgment Day done arrived on time

There may not really be bugs on you

But hypnosis isn't what I do

May not really be bugs all over you

No, no, no, no, no

I'm in the scary final fantasy

About me, myself, your pants and me

Won'cha take them off or you can take off right now

You're always interrupting, all the jokes I hear

Be sure to remind me, how it's clear

Push it down inside, helps you clear your mind

You push it down, deep down inside

Judgment Day done arrived on time

There may not really be bugs on you

But hypnosis isn't what I do

May not really be bugs all over you

No, no, no, no

It may not really be up to you

Why you do the things you do

It may not really be up to you at all

No, no, no, no