| Someone’s always on my tracks |
| In a dark room you see more than you think |
| I’m out of my place, got to get back |
| I sweated a lot, you could feel the violence |
| I’ve got shears pointed straight at my chest |
| And time moves slow when you count it |
| I’m better than them, and I think I’m the best |
| But I’ll appear at midnight when the films close |
| Cause I’m in a trance |
| and I sweat |
| I don’t want to dance |
| I want to go home. |
| I couldn’t live in those peephole places |
| They might get to know my actions |
| I’d run away from toilets and faeces |
| I’d run away to a non-date on the street |
| Cause I’m in a trance |
| and I sweat |
| I don’t want to dance |
| I want to go home. |
| I feel trapped by mutual affection |
| And I don’t know how to use freedom |
| I spend hours looking sideways |
| to the time when I was sixteen |
| Cause I’m in a trance. |
| I’m frightened. |
| Amphetamine frightened |
| I go to the top of the street |
| I go to the bottom of the street |
| I look to the sky, my lips are dry… |