Tonight I want to turn my head off
And let the madness out
Can I get the gates up
I feel it coming round
I'm in a cold war with myself
And my nerves, oh hurry like a hound dog
I'll cock my head just right and come off dysfunctionally in love
We are wrecking yards
But there's still treasure left in us
Handcuffed
I got my lawyer disbarred, but he's far too pretty to share a cell
I want you in my hands
I'm cunning and well planned
I am who I am
I'm on my last chance
I don't need no wedding band
I am who I am
Stop, stop
You're dancing odd
And I'm well rehearsed in mouthing off
Boy you better start talking
You better start talking up
In me an idea was born
But the yes men just nod and nod
Because my head's too gone to pull it off
Tonight I want to turn my head off
And let the madness out
Can I get the gates up
I feel it coming round
I want you in my hands
I'm cunning and well planned
I am who I am
I'm on my last chance
I don't need no wedding band
I am who I am
Bust my teeth till like a sieve the words leak out
Don't make a noise baby boy means business now
Those bullet holes line our wingtip we're going down
So eject me from the pilot seat, "Over out"
I want you in my hands
I'm cunning and well planned
I am who I am
I'm on my last chance
I don't need no wedding band
I am who I am.