I take a breath, and keep it locked inside...
I know where the lines are, I know where to hide..
It's a different kind of cattle drive
And it goes on for miles and miles...
With this I could be going,
And there's noone here to blame,
Yeah it is a funny picture
- But now I'm cool,
Let's take a look,
With open minds empty of desire..
I turned every cheek my body had,
And if it helped I'd been your punching bag
Yeah first I shake and try to laugh...
And then kamikaze - women are crazy...
How you look depends on where you go
Take more, remember less
And face the facts and get your a** back home
It's all in your wildest guess...
With this I could be going,
Cuz there's noone here to blame,
Yeah it makes a funny picture
With no sense of style
Still a wide eyed child..
Raised on fairytales and lies...