I've got a delicate mind
I've got a dangerous nature
And my fist collides

With your furniture
I've got a delicate mind
I've got a dangerous nature

And my fist collides
With your furniture


I'm an electric wire
And I'm stuck inside your head


I'm a hungry Mohican
I've got a razor blade smile
So don't come near me

I've got a singular style
Fifteen senses
Are on my plate

All the things
You love to hate


I'm an electric wire
And I'm stuck inside your head


Where I go to no one knows
Find me where the cold wind blows
Regrets


Black is red and red is white
In this country I do what I like

Regrets

(That's right that's right..)