Aeah... Aha... Thoughts right now, I picked up a magazine.
Ooh... hey hey... Here we go,
Fifteen hundred years. Fifteen hundred years right here.

Ooh... Burning witches. Burning books.
Burning babies in their looks. Yes, indeed.
Burning everything that's sacred in my jeans, yeah.


Oh, thoughts right now, She's been everybody else's girl.
Thoughts right now, now, thoughts right now, ay,

Right, right now. Am I here, or am I here?
I'm never here. I'm never here. I'm never here.
I am never, never a bird, or a flower in the tree,

Or the pain of the respect there-of. Yes, indeed.



Thoughts right now, What will become of me?
Become of her, become of we, baby? Yeah, ah... yeah...