From the backroom of my head I hear you shout Through my animated state and sheets of late I do my best to stay alive but from the backroom of my head I hear you shout Through my animated state
Now the emerald piper plays Inside the bar in which you stay It's closing time A blow to your frail ambitions You act just like a dumdum boy A child deprived of all its toys Notorious A man with no mission
In the sawdust from the past there is still room For significant mistakes and muted hate I hear a signal from the wire but from the backroom of my head I hear you shout Through my animated state
Like a king without a crown You rode high Were turned around Without a crown Beyond recognition You need protection from yourself You have been slipping Cry for help or let it bleed In your private prison
