Your hand on his arm,
Haystack charm around your neck, [bad word] out and thin
Calling some friend, trying to cash some check.
He's acting dumb,
That's what [bad word] to expect.
Needle in the hay, needle in the hay,
Needle in the hay, needle in the hay.

He's wearing your clothes
Head down to toes, a reaction to you.
You say you know what he did,
But you idiot kid, you don't have a clue.
Sometimes they just get caught in the eye
You're pulling him through.
Needle in the hay, needle in the hay,
Needle in the hay, needle in the hay.

Now on the bus
Nearly touching this dirty retreat,
Falling out 6th and powell, a dead sweat in my teeth.
Gonna walk walk walk
Four more blocks plus the one in my brain.
Down downstairs to the man, he's gonna make it all okay.
I can't beat myself, I can't beat myself
And I don't want to talk, I'm taking the cure.
So I can be quiet wherever I want,
So leave me alone.
You ought to be proud that I'm getting good marks.
Needle in the hay...