You're so cool. I want to be just like you. I've got these pictures keep on rolling around my head. I want to hang them on the wall above my bed. And it's so easy to step aside And walk in line like all the rest. But IQ never did that well on tests. I

Get out of my own way Do I start over, rediscover? Submit to the sweet surrender It's a mind maze All these head games Caught in a cage A complex cage Am I a car on fire? Will I be devoured?

I'll kiss all the women Get punched in the head I'll drink 'til it's empty Stay out 'til it's late You could offer the world, baby I'll wake up at midday and marry my bed But I'll take this instead Everybody's got somebody Yeah, yeah, yeah

Well baby, there you stand With your little head, down in your hand Oh, my God, you can't believe it's happening again Your baby's gone, and you're all alone And it looks like the end And you're back out on the street And you're tryin' to remember How do

Ooh ooh ooh ooh Ah ah ah ah To walk around my head all night You got me tangled like a braid, tied-twisted I don't think it's fair I don't think it's very nice I don't know why I got these feelings, yeah, I just can't seem to get away from

It's a lie (lie), a lie (lie), a lie (lie) (It's a lie!) I believe it but I don't understand (It's a lie!) I feel it coming at the back of the head (It's a lie!) If you think you'll be the one in command (It's a lie!) It'll tear us all apart in the end

And it's alright, alright The woman I love laying in my bed I've got shoes under my feet Forever in her eyes staring back at me And it's alright by me And I've got all I need Cause I've got a roof over my head Alright, alright Yeah it's alright, alright

It's getting old The bad news Why turn on my TV When it's only tragedy Why turn on my radio When the headlines hurt you know We are all immigrants Sorry for the bad news It's always an issue

Hey brother, where you bound? There's a red cloud hanging over us And it's so big and it's gonna burst All you people with your heads in the ground And they're no good and they're everywhere Try to tell you, but you just don't care Try to hear you but

The tactful cactus by your window Surveys the prairie of your room The mobile spins to its collision Clara puts her head between her paws They've opened shops down the West side Will all the cacti find a home But the key to the city Is in the sun that