Suck it in, suck it in, suck it in/If your Rin Tin Tin or Anne Boleyn./Make a desperate move or else you'll win/And then begin to see/What you're doing to me./This MTV is not for free./It's so PC, it's killing me/So desperately I'll sing to thee/Of love./Sure/But also rage and hate and pain and fear and self./I can't keep this feelings on shelf./I've tried, well, no, in fact, I lied./Might be financial suicide but I've got too much pride inside/To hide, or slide./I'll do as I decide,/And let it ride until I die,/And only then shall I abide this tide/Of catchy little tunes/And hip three-minuted diddies./I wanna bust all your balloons,/I wanna burn all of your cities to the ground./I've found/I will not mess around./Unless I play then, hey,/I will go on all day./Hear what I say./I have a prayer to pray;/That's really all this was./And when I'm feeling stuck and need a buck,/I don't rely on luck.