I've got a number of keys No doors to unlock There's a hole in my wall That lacks the capacity to shock I know we're, looking at something I already seen What started up in my head Ended out in my fingers Now I'm sleepless in bed As the last notes linger In our mystery, that's called "Winning Combination" With 14 pairs, ringing 28 days Feeling every cup left in the hands of the sights I've stayed We're all watching, waiting for the building to crumble And it's hard It seems unnatural the best days Aren't days at all Oh it's not as if your violence in virtue is virtual Or not at all Ahh ahh ahh ahh Oh body of mine Stretch into something to say From layin' around in the dark As your hypnotist waves you towards the throne Legs up in flames Away in some distance You've got a hold of yourself You've got your imagery You've got a grip on your health You've got possibility You're hopin' for less collision in your future Watchin' you moving upward You see me step out of the cold You make a cut with your knife Are you drinking? You'll never get older When your heart starts beating That's when you start needing some real help And it won't be hard It feels so natural, your best days Aren't days at all Oh it's not as if your violence in virtue is virtual Or not at all Ahh ahh ahh ahh