The Want

I ask for water I ask for sleep
Batteries for my remote telephone to speak
Electricity in abundance mirror shades
Japanese food midnight raid
I ask for silence I ask for sex
Give me a ray gun tell me how to dress
Call my mother call the priest
Tell them my lover has turned a beast
This situation is now as old as anything
My eyes see in the darkened space of this existance
I ask for strenght a clear head
Maybe a razor to paint you red
I want radar I want a light
I want division I want to fight