(*Rebecca Mayes) How, how many times have I woken up from a car crash* Without knowing who I am How, how many times have I lost something so precious That nothing makes sense again Tell me life's not like this, one short icy, nightmare ghost kiss Me and my therapist clutching at straws I don't think you got me right No I don't think you've got my type In your computer program I don't think you understand What it means to play me man There's no program that can read my soul Don't you know How, how many times have I got lost in the darkness With nothing but a flashlight How, how many times have I run screaming from monsters That I just couldn't fight Tell me life's not like this, in the clutches of a ghoul's fist In love with my therapist I'm clutching at straws I don't think you got me right No I don't think you've got my type In your computer program I don't think you understand What it means to play me man There's no program that can read my soul Don't you know Oh won't you get me a UFO outta here