She told me a story
How she wanted to die
I tried to ask her
But she wouldn't say why
I guess I made another mistake today
I though it would be safe to come out and play
I see her walking
Where I used to live
If I stopped her
Well, she could tell me then
Where she's been, how she's been
How have you been? how have you been?
My systematic self will get me through
My systematic self will get me through
My systematic self will get me through
He feels like the devil
When no one's around
Walks like an angel
To the back of the crowd
I guess he lost somewhere along the way
I thought it would be safe to come out and play
I see him talking
In the corner store
I could stop and ask him
"Is there more?"
Ask him where, where he's been
How he's been, how have you been?
My systematic self will get me through
My systematic self will get me through
My systematic self will get me through
My systematic self will get me through
My systematic self will get me through
My systematic self will get me through
