If you hear something strange
Bouncing words in vain up off your back
Sinking, burning, numb from your attack
You say, "Oh, not quite yet"
So if you hear something strange
Looking through the lines of what you said
Over and over and over and over and over and over.....
Slapping down upon the cold concrete
Well doctor, doctor please prescribe me
A personality to get me the girl
'Cause a man wearing black usually ends up with a bullet in his back
As a sad song tells us it's all for the best
A little, little, just a little bit
I say, "Oh, not quite yet"
So if you hear something strange
For a better shade of green