歌词
I thought that you were feeling spiteful
So I wandered round your room for a while
Found myself a brand new rifle
In your mind
All the time
Saw me like supposed to see through
All of these interstate lines
Talk it out, call it a cycle
On your side
All the time
Thought that you would give a mouthful
But something must have changed your mind
Found myself, call it a cycle
Draw