Pop Will Eat Itself - Token Drug Song [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Transfixed to the TeeVee station, burning through my brain
Mutant news flashes from the neon grain
I'm a reptile, you're "Doug Quaid"

Go on, I say, I'll make your day
I'll give you what you want, but the price you pay
Is the pleasure, the pleasure is mine, I say

"Handed me your head on a plate
How did you turn out to be so lightweight?"

I can't hurt you more than you've hurt yourself
I can't touch you, but you've already felt so high
Now you're going so low

Go on, I say, I'll make your day
I'll give you what you want, but the price you pay
Is the pleasure, the pleasure is mine, I say

"Looked into your blackened soul
Your emptiness complete and whole
Handed me your head on a plate
How did you turn out to be so lightweight?"

Bad trip? Tough shit!
Bad trip? Tough shit!
Bad trip? Tough shit!
That's what you get when you think with your dick!