I don't worry about the other guys Because they know me well and then I'm cold as ice I don't worry about my sould at night Because I sleep with my arms crossed I want to stand under neon lights With a cross on my sleeve and head against the sky I want to stand on golden sands With Elvis and Jesus I don't worry what the others say Because I'm mean as hell and they stay out of the way I don't worry about their souls at night Because they sleep with their shades drawn Want to stand under neon lights With a cross on my sleeve and head against the sky I want to melt in velvet sands Like Elvis and Jesus It's in my arm, it's in my head But inside my engine is dead I'm not tired of feeling down I'm just tired of being around I don't worry about the other guys Because they know me well and then I'm cold as ice I don't worry about her soul at night Because she sleeps with her legs crossed I want to stand under neon lights With a cross on my sleeve and my head against the sky I want to melt in sands Like Elvis and Jesus It's on my arm, it's in my head But inside my engine is dead I'm not tired of feeling down I'm just tired of being around