Ooh-ooh-ooh... Young man rocking in a chair Outside a world of which he's unaware Says he wants to be an antichrist But God knows that boy's too nice Young man with a keen appetite Eat to the left and eat to the right To seek only surfaces is his design But it's not mine, no, it's not mine And all I wanted was to go to him and say It's all imagining and soon will change But that would've been too much a lie Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh... Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh... Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh... And all I wanted was to go to him and say f** your prejudice and be happy It left a puzzle there Oh, yeah...