Who told you, you could put band-aids Over broken hearts to fix messes you made? You can't tie up your loose ends 'Cause I know what you're doing And your sorry's are too little and too late So go fool all your new friends Who don't know where you've

I don't smoke 'cause I never get high enough to get over you I don't drink, 'cause I know my mind and every time I do I just think about what you're doing and who you're doing it to I don't take no pills to kill the pain 'cause they ain't never told me

If I want to Jim Jones painting in a blue bedroom Keep your pretty promise to yourself Psychic Television and Death in June Look out 'cause you know what you're doing

'Cause all you people are vampires And all your stories are stale And though you pretend to stand by us I know you're certain we'll fail I've seen your eyes as they fix on me What is he doing What on earth's the plan, has he got one You better give me

I can't walk out Because I love you too much, baby Don't you know I'm caught in a trap We're caught in a trap Why can't you see What you're doing to me When you don't believe a word I say? We can't go on together With suspicious minds (suspicious minds)