I want the streets to be adapted to my brain. Don't want anyone to walk uprightly the same.
Tell these watching eyes to quit to follow me. Leave me snotty honey, I need whiskey in me tea.
Heavy, heavy Rotation
Heavy, heavy Rotation.
Don't say all streetlights burn to make me find my way- They force me wearing shades "” too much authority.
My passport means I would be somebody else, I thought I was the Lord.
It's what those voices tell.
Heavy, heavy Rotation
Heavy, heavy Rotation.
I want all passports adapting to my shades. We're singing with the birds "” where are you Norman Bates? Tell those sharp-knifed ears the headword got an 'E'. I sleep among the sheeps, I beg you follow me.
Heavy, heavy Rotation
Heavy, heavy Rotation.
Need some deep sleep
Birds sing beep beep
One, two, three sheep
Trying their meat to keep
Heavy, heavy Rotation
Heavy, heavy Rotation.