Lyrics:

Not quite a fembot, but almost an alien
She's in the smell of the month club, I feel it in my lungs
Let's be a junkie, a funky, a slam dunk, a cosmonaut
Oh, laser guns and having fun, biological parking lot
All systems down
All
All
All
So titty-twists and mad scientists, oh, is this the toxic ride?
Wrap me up in a plastic bag and hang me out to dry
Artificial respiration, I need my medication
Load me up and light a match, all systems down and out
It's down and out
All
All
All
All systems down
All
All
All
So titty-twists and mad scientists, oh, is this the toxic ride?
Wrap me up in a plastic bag and hang me out to dry
Let's be a junkie, a funky, a slam dunk, a cosmonaut
Oh, laser guns and having fun, biological parking lot
All systems down
All
All
All