You start a day with a damn ugly sign on your face
Steel box packed full of vacant eyes and frustrated sighs
“Don't look at me, don't touch me”
So you're screaming out loud inside your head
“'Cause I'm a spitfire just about to blast”
So tied up and dried out in a battle field for neurotics
Unnoticed, so stranded in a cage for irritated sheeps
Start a day with a damn ugly mind hiding
Every toe you see makes you wonder why
“Don't look at me, don't touch me”
So you're screamig out loud inside your head
“'Cause I'm a spitfire just about to blast”
Like a race on the back street