Tell your friends not to think aloud Until they swallow Whisper things into my brain Your voice sounds so hollow I am not a leader of men Since I prefer to follow Do you think I could have a drink Since it's so hard to swallow So hard to swallow

Don't arrange to have me sent to no asylum Will he take a sailboat ride? Will he tell you he's alive? In the morning when the day's begun And in the evening or the noonday sun Jimmy Cream was keen, his brain wal always winnin', I can't keep tabs on mine,

I've seen what you're doing Destroying puppet strings Hands are red with your blame Megaphone screaming my name Whimpers someone I should've loved Souls weeping above Micro waves me insane A Blaine cuts in your brain

Fascinating rhythm, Got a little rhythm, a rhythm, a rhythm That pit-a-pats through my brain; So darn persistent, The day isn't distant When it'll drive me insane. Comes in the morning Without any warning, And hangs around me all day.

Why do I know that I'm just not the same? 'Cause I'm not too young If I'm too young, If I'm too young to fall in love, why do you keep running through my brain? Don't tell me I won't, don't tell me I can't feel what I'm feeling is real Big lights, people

You go to my head Though I'm certain that this heart of mine Hasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance And you linger like a haunting refrain And I find you spinning round in my brain Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne Like a sip of

'Cause just like him, you always leave me crying A million little wishes float across the sky Picked you out and picked you up Hopin' that my luck would change Let the summer fill my lungs Superstition fill my brain But it's a waste of breath and it's

Love's still in my brain I'm gon' fill this up, you gon' roll this up Driver pulling up with no delay We gon' throw it up, now we feel the rush Never gave a fuck 'bout what they say This what we living for We fall in love every single night and every day

All I wanted was a car But all I wanted was a car My buddy Blake was all-state with dreams of the NFL Jenny McClain had big brains She got a scholarship to Yale And there was Hershel who did two commercials And he was going to be a movie star Part time

It's my soul up there I have stood here before inside the pouring rain With the world turning circles running 'round my brain I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign But it's my destiny to be the king of pain There's a little black spot on the sun