I can't stand be in the spotlight
don't like it I never have
the mirror reflecting the street light
in the gutter that's where I am
tripping up and down with chemical enlighten
heading high getting off some load
to be founf in a primal state of brightment, wander 'round
crashing off the blow

oh oh gotta high speed ticket
oh oh on this carousel
oh oh this is so [bad word] wicked
oh oh live in heaven and [bad word] 
is this the chart of my illusion
or is this just the way to be
is this the heart of my confusion
or is this just the ticket to me

the vigor of another, won't give me the energy
to feel the lust I don't feel, a straight line of evil synergy
good morning to ya snakebite and to all ya powder kegs of snow
I'm a transparent fish in a barrel, I feel the shakes, but it doesn’t show

I rather don't know anymore
I might be getting' low

is this the chart of my illusion
or is this just the way to be
is this the hart of my confusion
or is this just the ticket to me

is this the way I am supposed to feel the things that you selling me
is this delight part of confusion
or is this just the ticket to me