Stranger things happen to a boy like me. Clearing out my senses for reality. . It seems everyone I meet sees through me. They're always trying to pursue me.
Passing through Shanghai. Looking down. On my way to Bombay. Looking down. . I was in search for something. Looking down. A little out of the ordinary.
Transmission:. . Houston, we've got a problem here!.... . Stuck up here in outer space with a bubble around my face. Would have stayed if I only knew before too long my skin turns blue....
Given all that I have, in the palm of my hand. Possessions cannot fill the need I see before me, it's up to me. I saw a little boy with blisters on his feet.
My mind is like a video of memories. But I don't know if I'm crazy. In the classroom I would pray. I wouldn't have to read that day, I was lazy. . People thought but didn't say.
Man has got to work to eat, and this is what I do 5 days a week. I'm at this place from 9 to 5, I get a salary for taking life. . They send 'em in, I send 'em out.
This is just a hypothetical story. Of someone, let's just say it's me. I'd gain acceptance for my murderous ways. By stalking a defenseless prey. . If I were a killer.
A cloak of mystery, a beating heart. He prays for sympathy, they do their part. . Can't you see it's not amusing anymore. We're not amused by all the blood upon your floor.
These are the life and times of the infamous Mrs. Leslie. Widow of a nasty man who left her a life of plenty. Dining on the lawn outside her majesty's garden window.