Pissant in The Smashing Pumpkins

Got me a raygun
Got me an altitude
Can't help feelin' something's wrong
With every one of you

Inside your head
Trust me instead
Inside your head

Talk revolution
As if it matters now
I don't care anyway
Just give me what i want

Inside your head
Trust me instead
Inside your head

Oh, honey
Fill me with your little whispers
Still they think of nightmares
Of a generation sent to burn

Come on honey
Let's go for a ride
Down where the crickets learn to sing and play, baby