Sitting on the hillside
Watching all the people die
Ill feel much better on the other side
Ill thumb a ride
I believe in magic
Why because it is so quick
I dont need power when Im hypnotized
Look in my eyes
What are you seeing (I see...)
I feel real phony when my name is Phil
Or is that Bill?
Life goes on here
Day after day
I dont know if Im living or if Im supposed to be
Sometimes my life is so eerie
And if you think Im happy paint me (White) (Yellow)
Ive been here once
Ive been here twice
I dont know if the thirds the fourth or if the
The fifths to fix
Sometimes I deal with numbers
And if you wanna count me
Count me out
I dont need the time of day
Anytime with mes ok
I just dont want you using up my time
Cause thats not right
Theyre locking them up today
Theyre throwing away the key
I wonder who itll be tomorrow, you or me?
Were all normal and we want our freedom
Freedom... freedom... freedom... freedom