Erase your mind There's a little bit that dies Every time you bat your open eyes Don't dare think twice There's an angry crowd to placate to And a tongue to swallow Tongue to swallow Picking through the pieces Of an unpolluted mind All you're looking for is trouble All the time Picking through the pieces Of an unpolluted mind All you're looking for is trouble All the time Resign your soul There's no need for spiritual When your Gods are all political Dig deep for hope There's a magic there that lingers true And a bright tomorrow Picking through the pieces Of an unpolluted mind All you're looking for is trouble All the time Picking through the pieces Of an unpolluted mind All you're looking for is trouble All the time All you're looking for is trouble All the time Meaning eludes Chaos ensues Picking through the pieces Picking up the pieces Picking through the pieces Picking up the pieces Picking up the pieces Picking up the pieces