Where Do I Go (исполнитель: Curt Smith)
My sutured mind Post-op’ed and dry Keeps slowly does it time Impaled by [bad word] Shot up with your Four in the morning eyes Where do I go? Where do I go? Where do I go? Where do I go? She’s drifting ‘round My barren ground Breaks slowly cold or crazed These dust dead eyes Are focused far Behind these summer days Where do I go?…… And will [bad word] of age? Make your day? Be precious and contrived? Or will I blow you all away? Where do I go?……..