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