You might be dumber than I really care to think
You might be clever but you've barely reached the brink
And if you're not too careful what you think about
You won't think about tomorrow
I guess it's all if you swim or you sink
You might be headed for a
I think you're spinning into something you can't control
A pocket of penitence wall-papered to your floor
An arsenal of evidence thumb-tacked to your back door
And there's a razor-edge benevolence sliced like a zig-zag through your core
Left from the backlash of your bloody war
I think you're headed for a
I think you're over your head way beyond your control
And all the darkness you create for me might be
All the darkness you create for me might be
Of all the righteous fools I'd hate to be
And if justice's hand prevails
Well then you might tip the scales
And if all else -- all else fails
you might be, you might be
you might be headed for a
Watch you spinning out of control