Bleeding black sheep boy Mirror in pieces Turn the receiver Trace the police station Line to my number And number my reasons For this paranoia For these accusations Each night the numbers Paired off like lovers Collided together So I can't remember My name or my nation Baying black sheep boy Go back beyond the pasture You cracked out of my head Get in your battered Mustang And the back seat will be your bed Burning black sheep boy Dark denim phantom Face full of flames Ears full of cheers that have fanned them I'd slice off the horns that sprung right from those temples I was chased from my bedroom I was chased from my candles By fear of the numbers Paired off like lovers Collided together So I can't remember My face or my station Pacing black sheep boy The floor just won't support you You hover through the room Get in your battered Mustang And the back seat will be your tomb And I rode into Baltimore And I found a hotel room Where I tried to escape you But the phone line wouldn't go through And inside the mirror Well I saw you stamping, staring out I don't recognize your eyes, your mouth Or any of the lines that come flying out Nothing I've heard from you sounds sane or safe Words falling down from the ceiling Where the mirror is stealing The light to reveal us both tonight And we're both kneeling in the Black pool of your shadow You cracked out of my head Go back beyond the pasture Or I'll smash your mirror Till you're dead