Burn Me Up

I would like to be a martyr

Over time it's getting harder

Who do I have to go and kill

To get my face on a dollar bill.

Every single time I look

Someone else has beat me to it

Some poor bastard bites the dust

I really don't know who to trust.

But there's one thing I can't deny

I'd rather it was me they fried

Have a drink from an empty cup

Light a match and burn me up.

I'm exhausted, I'm committed,

I'm outsmarted, i'm out witted.

My head's filled with dynamite

It's coming out of my ears at night.

I think I am being watched

Electric eyes that never turn off.

Radar beams insinuating

Evil thoughts while i'm masturbating.

And even my old trinitron,

It's comin through when nothing's on.

Have a drink from an empty cup,

Light a match and burn me up.