It's a shame, it's a shame, a fear made fact
The future met feral and fanged for attack
I got taller, louder, two steps back
I shouldn't never get accustomed to contact
It was grave, it was grave more often than not
I'd turn on myself at a twist in the plot
I buried the lead, but the bitch came back
I shouldn't never get accustomed to contact
'Cause anything's a poison in the right dose
And everybody bites when you get close
Baby, are you? Baby, are you? Baby, are you?
'Cause I can't relax, but I'm good for other things
And all I want is you, you, utopia now
I can't relax, but I'm good for other things
And all I want is you, you, utopia now
I can't relax, but I'm good for other things
All I want is you, all I want is you, all I want is utopia now
I can't relax, but I'm good for other things
And all I want is you, you, you, you, utopia now
'Cause anything's a poison in the right dose
And everybody bites when you get close
Baby, are you? Baby, are you?
