Somewhere
In the middle of the jungle
Where the problematic play
I am
Hacking my way through the vines
Of nerves inside my brain
Trying
To find
Someway to explain
This one goes out
To the women in the magazines
Who pout and try to tell to tell me who to be
But they're not fooling me
Hell no
Hell no
Hell no
I'd rather die alone
Don't waste time
On the telephone line
It'll only deceive
Practice counting cards
And do your best to
Preconceive
I hold a key inside
The underside
Of my fist
And there are many things
Many strings I could pull with
This...
...One goes out
To the women in the magazines
Who pout and try to tell to tell me who to be
But they're not fooling me
Hell no
Hell no
Hell no
I'd rather die alone