i know it it's a shame a shame i can't show it i see it i can see it now but i'm so far below it
don't wanna talk about it i say why not don't wanna think about it i say there's got to be some good reason for your little black backpack up smack turnaround he's on his back
don't want to tango with you i'd rather tangle with him i think i'm gonna bash his head in and this shouldn't concern you except just don't expect to get your bloody black backpack back
i feel you, yes i can what about that don't you understand and i sense you, its something sensual but its less than i planned
(CHORUS)
you're trying to find a reason for the way you feel tonight you're mind is lined with layers of lead have you heard one thing that i've said