My heart beats with the clean precision of guitar strings
Bouncing to the beat in the cold moon light
My Mind departs on the rusty rails of a boxcar
Easily off track when things get tight
(Chorus)
I think I lost my mind can you feel it
I think I forgot what I came to forget
I think that means it worked just fine
Tell me can you feel me yet
My heart heaps with the one of rhythm of a funk beat
Screaming burn it down in the cold moon light
My mind rots with the stinky stench of what can not
when just being alone gets tight
My heart tries with the hard rock drive of a punk tribe
Free my anarchist soul in the pale moon light
My mind knows all the dark places my should goes
When just being alone gets tight.