I need to know what makes you tick
And I need to know what makes you sick,
There's a man on my street who says that you are dead,
I don't know if that's true those things that he has said.
Well I need to know if it all goes wrong
Would you sell your soul for a song,
There's a man on my street to swears to god you would,
I don't know if that's true
But if you thought you'd get away with it you probably would.
Well I need to see a new day,
I wish I was far away from here,
There's a man on my street who says that he can fly,
I don't know where he goes but I just feel I really need to ask him why?
Before I see the day