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 ass 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...