Oh nice guys finish last When you are the outcast Don't pat yourself on the back You might break your spine Pressure cooker pick my brain and tell me I'm insane I'm so fucking happy I could cry Every joke can have its truth but now the joke's on you I

Brain cutter Soul killer Ominous nefarious completely insane Doctor Butcher and his dungeon of death Unorthodox therapies performed on the brain Prolific practitioner of pain Laying out the tools of his trade Psychosurgery Scalpel, ice-pick and drill

Panic for a minute Got my brain in a daze I wish you weren't in it There are so many ways To lose your attention You can break everything My mind is on you But so I can take anything If a plane crashed into my room

I'm on the nightrain One more time tonight Loaded like a freight train Feelin' like a space brain Flyin' like an aeroplane Fill my cup I never learn

Is anybody loving you these days Midnight stoplight, happens every time Pretty girl in a car No resemblance whatsover I wonder how you are Constant question poundin' in my brain Lonesome pillow, sun comes yellow I reach across the bed

And I can't explain It's surely not his brain that makes me thrill I used to dream that I'd discover The perfect lover someday I knew I'd recognize him If ever he came 'round my way I always used to fancy then He'd be one of those god-like kind of men

It went the dull and wicked ordinary way I had a secret meeting in the basement of my brain And now I'm sorry I missed you I think this place is full of spies Didn't anybody, didn't anybody tell you I know you put in the hours to keep me in sunglasses, I

Wine fa me, darlin' Hold tight when you tiptoe Way you move ya spine is alarmin' Can't take it off my brain Left cheek, right cheek Shake something when you tiptoe Don't brace when you push that back Left, right, do it just like that Bring that body my

Down in that cold, cold ground And pass me all around" "Throw my brain in a hurricane And the deaf can take both of my ears And the blind can have my eyes I?d rather have 'em cut me up Woke up this morning Put on my slippers Walked in the kitchen

Meet the latest graduate of King’s College I prob’ly shouldn’t brag, but, dag, I amaze and astonish The scholars say I got the same virtuosity and brains as my pops The ladies say my brain’s not where the resemblance stops I’m only nineteen but my mind