© 1996, 2021 How many times will you die in your prime Please tell me, tell me, what I can do I haven't, haven't, had enough out of you I will bend in your wind, I will bow to your whims And I know I won't last, bless you all to the last Jab me baby one last time, I believe your word sublime Take me on my fateful trip, I don't understand but I'm hip Something deep inside, makes me want to cry, everything inside me wants you Other meds are fine, but I won't be mine, 'till I get my next jab from you Luscious lips of lies sweet and oh so kind, are enough for me to be true Variants abound in makeups on the clowns, but my face is death pale blue I'm waiting, waiting, for dictates from you And waiting, waiting, is all I can do Where you lead I will leap, when you die I will weep I'm a rat in your lab, I'm the cheese in my trap Jab me baby one last time, I believe your word sublime Take me on my fateful trip, I don't understand but I'm hip How many times will you die in your prime