When I want to feed But I don't know why When I want to feel I'm not talking Or corner cropping Send pound for pound I'll use my know-how Got a list of lips Twisted tongues and tips Fancier than church Instead, install Cold hands, hot heart Burning black cloud I'll use my know-how Laura and Marty went to a party And they hard-lined I've no intention Not to mention That you hard-lined So you've lost your touch Limp and losing sleep If you don't have fun Crowd turned panic Destroyed, damaged Born to a ghost town I'll use my know-how