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Something wasnt right, I barely slept all through the night. And when the morning came, I was lying outside in the rain. The spiky nail of darkness Burrowed straight into my heart. I tried to use a crowbar, But I only pulled myself apart. Im easily amused enough To make it through the day. Im random and confused enough To be in total disarray. Tell me that Im all alone In thinking that Im all alone. Im so completely on my own That everythings okay. I might be on to something. (Schizophrenic twist.) I might just be on something. (Schizophrenic twist.) But somethings telling me, And dont believe a word of this, But music sounds much better With a schizophrenic twist. Carbonated sugar water Flowing through my veins. I stole a ten-speed bike And I let my spirit take the reins. Everybody tells me That I shouldnt go outside. Then again, they also claim that Elvis Presley really died. Alcoholic drinks are not the answer, Nor are drugs or racquetball. The only satisfying Way to sort your feelings out Is grab a pen and write some lyrics. Maybe MTV will hear it. You could be the next big star; Dont even need to play guitar. I might be on to something. (Schizophrenic twist.) I might just be on something. (Schizophrenic twist.) But somethings telling me, And dont believe a word of this, But music sounds much better With a schizophrenic twist. [Sampled screaming.] [Neil screaming.] Something wasnt right, I barely slept all through the night. And when the morning came, I was lying outside in the rain. The spiky nail of darkness Burrowed straight into my heart. I tried to use a crowbar, But I only pulled myself apart. I might be on to something. (Schizophrenic twist.) I might just be on something. (Schizophrenic twist.) But somethings telling me, And dont believe a word of this, (Schizophrenic twist.) But music sounds much better With a guitar. I admit it. [Sobbing] I admit it.
