- cifra
I don't think you know what you're talking about
Your head's full of brains but your heart's full of doubt
You'll never know what we're all about
I've seen you before and your buffalo head
Writing on the walls in the stall where I read
You'll never know what we're about
Buffalo Head
Guess we'll never make the connection
I'm getting used to the rejection
Just like Jesus Christ, we're misunderstood
Somewhere in between children and Robin Hood
You'll never know what we're about
I've seen you before and your buffalo head
Hanging on the wall in the hall of the dead
You'll never know what we're about
