I have to go to my parole-boy 
To remember just who I am 
One thing else I don't enjoy is 
Forgetting her monogram 
She electrifies my physical mass 
She really turns me on 

My mind is gone 
My mind is gone 

She quite simply wrecks me 
She just tears me apart 
She screws me up and skewers me 
She made it quite an art 
She guts me like a hollow-point 
She really turns me on 

My mind is gone 
My mind is gone 

Yeah, Billy 
I know what you mean 

It's the smell of the dress 
That made my mind a mess 
It's her chokin' throat 
Really gets my goat-tee and amen 
Yes, indeed 
She makes my head and heart bleed 
Been so long since I knocked some off 

My mind is gone 
My mind is gone 
My mind is gone 
My mind is gone 

Tell me about it