Who whoo whoo whoo I sit here wishing that someone could see The details in my mind of this fantasy You want to know the truth And there's nothing wrong
You better run And take a gun You gotta know You're gonna crash You lost control You're in the hole As you're a sorry little sucker With a stick up
I freak out when I think about This catastrophe that I call myself I think I'm takin' everything too seriously No, seriously I think I'm alright I don
I?ve been here all along Writing a song Telling you who I am In an hour or so I?m not gonna know If anyone comprehends What I?m sayin What I?ve done