This man you see wearing my clothes
Sleeping in my bed in bed, sleeping in my home
I think I'll test it, try not to upset him
Head for the exit, hope that nothing wakes him
I might have held the grenade too long
I should have talked, at least I wrote a song
I show you these hands carry no blow
But these thoughts of violence just won't let me go
Come alive
My violent side
Come say hi
My violent side
And I miss the crowded street
My thinking is thinking, thinking is my banshee
I think I'll test it, try not to upset him
Head for the exit, hope that nothing wakes him
I am still afraid of nothing
I am still afraid of nothing
I am still afraid of nothing
I am still afraid of nothing
Of nothing, of nothing
Of nothing, of nothing
I've been looking for a combination
Looking for a combination
I've been looking for a combination
Looking for a combination
I've been looking for a combination
Looking for a combination
I've been looking for a combination
Looking for a combination
I've been looking for a combination
Looking for a combination
I've been looking for a combination
Looking for a combination
I've been looking for a combination
Looking for a combination
I've been looking for a combination
Looking for a combination
