I don't like the talking
But I can't stand the silence
And I don't like the beady eyes as I'm walking through the house of trade
And I don't like the billion things that go on in my brain
But I have to keep thinking of them cause they're the only things that keep me sane
Samurai, my mind, my mind
Samurai, my mind, my mind, my mind
And as I walk down this street commercial lights burn my eyes
And as I walk down this street a thousand babies begin to cry
But I just want to get to the faces I love and the places I want to be
But all the people you meet in the street just say
Do I know you? Do I know you? Do I know you? Do I know you?
Samurai, my mind, my mind
Samurai, my mind, my mind, my mind
Samurai, my mind, my mind
Samurai, my mind, my mind, my mind