Hey, I know there's more to this But I bought you a newspaper every sunday At the end just a huge pile of yellowed sunday telegraphs on the windowpane We sang three blind mice together "Three blind mice, three blind mice Who went in across the farmer's house" You know well Just never tell If someone's got a secret hell Now you, you should be breakin' me Sometimes I lose my head, I don't know nothing You, you should be breaking me Instead you let me hide behind your back What goes around Will come back down Can someone get it out of town I'm in this state Kinda late But tell me, don't it look just great? You, you should be haunting me Some drift get twisted before I even touch 'em You should be scaring me But don't I only scare myself? So don't I only scare myself? So don't I only scare myself? So don't I only scare myself? So don't I only scare myself? So don't I only scare myself?