I can't trace the word
It's a swollen space; it talks to me
And if I'm bought and sold
Then I'm cruising in on a dead-end street

Oooh oooh

They take me out
They make it fair
And everyone is running scared
The biggest joke
The brightest smile
I feel just like a little child
And it's nice, nice, nice to feel

Put me in your head
Drown the rat, the noise at me
Your blood is on the bed
And I'm crushed under your memory

Oooh oooh

They take me out
They make it fair
And everyone is running scared
The biggest joke
The brightest smile
I feel just like a little child
And it's nice, nice, nice to feel



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