"The headshrinkers, they want everything."

And everything I touch (all wrapped up in cotton wool, all wrapped up in sugar-coated pills) turns to stone.

I could burst a million bubbles, all surrogate and bullet proof.

So lock the kids up safe tonight and shut the eyes in the cupboard.
I've got the smell of a local man who's got the loneliest feeling.

When I am king, you will be fast against the world.

There are two colors in my head, what is that you tried to say ?

Red wine and sleeping pills help me get back to your arms.
Cheap sex and sad films help me get where I belong.

She tastes like the real thing, my fake plastic love.
But I can't help the feeling, I could blow through the ceiling.
If I could be who you wanted all the time...

I can watch and I can't take part, where I end and where you start.

Just 'cause you feel it, doesn't mean it's there.

You used to be alright, what happened?
One by one, it comes to us all, it's as soft as your pillow.

Any fool can easy pick a hole, I only wish I could fall in.
A moving target in a firing range, somewhere I'm not scatterbrain.

I'm not here, this isn't happening.

When I go forwards you go backwards and somewhere we will meet.

Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you boy?
You just sit there, wishing you could still make love.

One day I'm going to grow wings. A chemical reaction, hysterical and useles.

I keep the wolf at the door, but he calls me up.

I'll stay home forever, where two and two always makes a five.
Because you're not there, paying attention.
Yeah, I feel it, I needed attention.
I try to sing along, but the music is all wrong.
Don't question my authority or put me in the box.

Fond, but not in love.

You want me, well, come on and break the door down.
I'm ready.

It's all wrong, it's all right.