Give me the keys to the city Let me win the lottery If there's a way, there's a will I am balancing on the windowsill And give me space to do what I want Let me have reasons not to rant I'd like to leave all this behind Clear my cluttered mind
Epileptic fit We don't need all this shit I'm so tired of things I'm so tired of me, me, me
Burn it, crash it, smash it
Give me a chance to prove I'm right Find me gloves and I will fight If there's a cure I will find the recepie Cause I am walking on the edge And give me answers right now When, which, who and why and how I can stand the test While my request is being processed
