Testo: DrManhattan. Jam Dreams. Electraumatized.

In the basement. Where they found me.
I feel lucky. (Electraumatized)

Surrounded by mannequins.
I'm standing on hands and my friends are all standing around me and chanting.
I'm panting.

Noise box make beep.
Four heads peek up.
Connection. Correction.
Injection. Convection.

Blow up. Kablamy smithereens!
Controlled. Out of control.
Why!?

In the basement. Where they found me.
I feel lucky. (Electraumatized)
I am in love. With my best friends.
We are happy.

Don't mind me, I'm wreckin' the joint.
I'm not yet inside, but that's just the point.
A pistol shoots salt. You're bug-eyed and I love it.
I'm seeing spots. Connect the spots.

Police Force. Correcting me.
Correct? Correction: Correcting me.
Why?! Why?! Why?! Why?!

Is it working? We are trying to fix you. (Electraumatized)
I would like you to be with me. We'd be happy. (Electraumatized)