Placebo - Hang On To Your Iq

Chinese masseuse comes between us
Talks in haikus, plastic venus
Got a headrush in her pocket
To rubbers, to lubes and a silver rocket

Hang on, hang on
To your IQ, to your ID
Hang on, hang on
To your IQ, to your ID
I'm lonely, I'm lonely
I'm lonely, I'm lonely

Every morning my eyes will open wide
I gotta get high before I go outside
Roll another for breakfast
Burning clouds around and in my solar plexus

Hang on, hang on
To your IQ, to your ID
Hang on, hang on
To your IQ, to your ID
I'm lonely, I'm lonely
I'm lonely, I'm lonely oh

Legs eleven makes me stay up late
Two fat ladies on my back and now it's 88
I'm a fool who's tool is small
It's so miniscule it's no tool at all

Hang on, hang on
To your IQ, to your ID
Hang on, hang on
To your IQ, to your ID
I'm lonely, I'm lonely
I'm lonely, I'm lonely oh