You're miles away...
I'm not messing about, I've got a mile of self doubt
Yeah, you're not even close yet,
Because you're miles away
Another day in bed, sorting out your head
You don't know what you're thinking about
.....
There's nothing real about your fight
Nothing in the shit you write
You've got charisma in your hair
The make up lady put it there, and it's
(1+2+3+4) x (2+2+3+4) x (2x3) + (2+4) = 666
One, one plus two is three, can't we get along?
Got to get out more
Get in the place
Got to work out more
And sort out my face
I've got all the 'zines that tell me what to eat
And I'm tired of being told what to wear on my feet
And I don't have the time to get all worked up
About .....
Nothing
And nothing's where you're at
When you ain't got something
You'll never get it back
It's coming on like a drug
The universal power of one
But it don't mean nothing
If it all comes undone (uh-huh)
Fly away
I don't know I'm born, I'm only young
I don't have a choice, you know I'm only young
I'm getting older, I'm getting smaller
Everybody tells you, "you've got to walk taller"
You did a war, and now you're poor
You're always fighting everyone
You were wrong when you were young
You love to think you're on the run, oh!
Had to laugh at all your jokes
Had to tremble 'cos you smoked
Bet you'd never ever get my fun, yeah
You're the one to run .....