Testo The Want

I ask for water
I ask for sleep
Batteries for my remote
A telephone to speak

Electricity in abundance
Mirror shades
Japanese food Midnight raid

I ask for silence
I ask for sex
Give me a raygun
Tell me how to dress

Call my mother
Call the priest
Tell them my lover
Has turned a beast

(chorus)
This situation is now as old as as anything
My eyes see in the darkened space of this existance

I ask for strength
a clear head
Maybe a razor
to paint you red
I want radar
I want a light
I want division
I want to fight

(chorus)