She told me a story How she wanted to die I tried to ask her But she wouldn't say why I guess I made another mistake today I though it would be safe to come out and play I see her walking Where I used to live If I stopped her Well, she could tell me then Where she's been, how she's been How have you been? how have you been? My systematic self will get me through My systematic self will get me through My systematic self will get me through He feels like the devil When no one's around Walks like an angel To the back of the crowd I guess he lost somewhere along the way I thought it would be safe to come out and play I see him talking In the corner store I could stop and ask him "Is there more?" Ask him where, where he's been How he's been, how have you been? My systematic self will get me through My systematic self will get me through My systematic self will get me through My systematic self will get me through My systematic self will get me through My systematic self will get me through