S.O.S

Television city U.S. to broadcast me

It's hard to get a trial

At least a fair trial

The girl's preteen

But she looks so sweet

She dropped her bobby socks just for me

Now as for vanity

After all, what are they all built for

If not to grow into luscious curves?

Am I on your nerves?

Too bad

All this sex and this violence came from my TV

Your honor I beg your empathy

The evil isn't in me

Not in me

It's obviously a case of involuntary subliminal television intoxicated insanity

(Insanity, insanity, insanity, insanity, insanity, insanity)

Am I on your nerves?

Look at all you men

You talk pretty but you don't got a head

You take a tail to a ticket to bed

Tie the sexual noose

Tie a noose

You're pretty but you don't got brains

You got the rotten dummies

Like, you tell me it's cool

You dress like a tramp in tenth century France

I found Heaven but I can't find Hell

You got the chair

Gas in the chamber

Hey, you tell me I'm cruel

I tell you, you're mad

But it's up to you

She looks too good to leave alone

Too good to leave alone

Too good