Oingo Boingo — Burn Me Up

I would like to be a martyr Over time, it's getting harder Who do I have to go and kill To get my face on a dollar bill Every single time I look Someone else has beat me to it Some poor bastard bites the dust I really don't know who to trust But there's one thing I can't deny: I'd rather it was me they fried Have a drink from an empty cup Light a match and burn me up I'm exhausted; I'm committed I'm outsmarted; I'm outwitted My head's filled with dynamite It's coming out of my ears at night I think I am being watched Electric eyes that never turn off Radar beams insinuating Evil thoughts while I'm masturbating And even my old Trinitron It's comin' through when nothing's on Have a drink from an empty cup Light a match and burn me up [Instrumental]