Grinding on the pavement
I've got the need for speed
I missed my final payment
I bit the hand that feeds
Maybe I was wrong to do so
But I think that I was correct
And every mother's crazy baby
Needs a reason to defect
In and out of traffic
In and out of circulation
Can you even feel the magic?
You've kind of lost your concentration
You've kind of lost your concentration
Sleeping on the sidewalk
I've got the fire for desire
And all the gnomes inside my head?
I think that they've conspired
Maybe I was wrong to think so
But maybe I was right
And every mother's crazy brother
Seems to fade into the night
In and out of traffic
In and out of circulation
Can you even feel the magic?
You've kind of lost your concentration
You've kind of lost your concentration
Walk a line and touch your nose
Then we'll see just how it goes
Pat your head and rub your chest
This is more than I'll digest