If I look in the sky I see a picture how I could die
I stand still
I tumble through new york, ask me if I rock

but why?
Yeah Right!
I might!


forget the nutcase, don´t worry, don´t murder
going further

I open my arms and open my eyes,
no more trials!
Yeah Right!

I might!
Yeah Right!


A new broom sweeps clean, go away charlie sheen
I´m now, you know what I mean
Broken crockery brings you luck, so tonight I revel

I give a $#&@!
Yeah Right!
I might!