There’s a whole lotta people comin’ in
There’s a whole lotta people goin’ out
There’s a great big quene around the block
Fillin’ everybody with doubt

I don’t get out on the streets much these days
I don’t really know what’s goin’ down
I only know there’s a hole in my soul
And every beggar’s got his own crown….

I’m fallin’ outta my head
I’m fallin’ outta my bed
I feel out of last week
I think it’s called a losin’ streak

Everybody knows there’s an answer
To the questions that we don’t have
And everybody knows we’re going faster
Faster, faster, faster, faster – yeah

I aint been down on the street
I don’t hit the concrete these days
I really don’t know what’s goin’ on Baby
I feel I’m caught in a phase...

I’m fallin’ outta my head
I’m fallin’ outta my bed
I feel out of last week
I think it’s called a losin’ streak

Just don’t ask me
I’ve got nothin’ to offer you
I aint got no more anarchy
I’m changing my points of view

And if you wanna run faster
Then run faster than the spped of light
You’re never gonna find what you’re lookin’ for
Until you turn on the light

I’m fallin’ outta my head...

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