Knuckles white
Looking right
I want you dead
I know you're fed
When I woke
I hardly spoke
I took all my fears
And put them in gear
There were little people
Standing on the circle
Waiting for a lifetime
Waiting for a lifetime
Taking over lightweight
Over lightweight
I'm driving a bus
I'm driving a bus down some stairs
With you
You think I'm wrong
I'm not sure where your heart belongs
Can you take me back to Wisconsin
Where I belong
You knuckles white
Our appetite
Will overpower us
We will run and run and run