Are you asking for pleasure? Splashed across the parking lot? Let me grab my rifle and aim for the tender spot Watch you dance into the river Swinging your arms like a chain The one that binds me When someone else has got a hold of your name When I'm whistling I'm sitting on top of the world Do your ears believe me or question What I'd do that for? The days now look like murders Crime scenes black and white Bruising my opinions Of your kind of wrong and right Could you be my admirer Or the one that shoots me down in the cold Would you be my supplier Or wait for the covers to unfold I'll pound on these shackles Til something feels like it's going to break Could be the twilight vision that's making me sick I got my hands on the maker And she's looking real good She told me if I was willing to go with her, I could And she loosens the bow in her curls Let's it fall down her back And I cover my Chaplin smile As she takes off my hat She looks like a shadow Could be anyone It feels like tomorrow Feels like something that I've already done I cough and I cackle She asks if I'm feeling insecure I say, "No, it's just your plain expression That's making me unsure" I listen to the street noise Wakes me out of my sleep I'm sitting on the ledge Thinking about the devil and the deep blue sea