i know it, it's a shame a
shame i can't show it i see it, i can see
it now but i'm so far below it
don't wanna talk about it i say why
not don't wanna think about it i say
there's got to be some good reason
for your little black backpack up,
smack, turnaround he's on his back
don't want to tango with you i'd rather
tangle with him i think i'm gonna bash
his head in and this shouldn't concern
you except just don't expect to get
your bloody black backpack back
i feel you, yes i can what about that
don't you understand and i sense you,
its something sensual but its less than i
planned
(CHORUS)
you're trying to find a reason for the way you feel
tonight you're mind is lined with layers of lead have
you heard one thing that i've said