I feel like the world's not going to stop, I'm going crazy.
I feel like the sun doesn't warm at all, not even a little.
I live on the razor's edge, the blade of a knife.
But thank God, in my land no one chickens out.
My heart can't take it, it's tired:
A woman and problems are killing me.
I want to go up to the balcony, see the full moon.
I want to fly and forget all about the pain.
If I stab myself, it won't free me, oh no no.
I'm not going to shoot myself.
Relax.
I'm going to explode.
I'm going to forget it all tonight;
I don't want to think, no.
I have a lot of work, and I can't stand it.
I feel like everyone's pawning theirs off on me.
I want to move to a house on the beach,
I want to buy a good-sized ship.
I go out some nights, thinking that I've got game,
But in truth I guess I'm pretty boring.
I look for warmth in the arms of a gypsy,
But in the end I always go home alone to my bed.
If I stab myself, it won't free me, oh no no.
I'm not going to shoot myself (Noooo!)
Relax.
I'm going to explode.
I'm going to forget it all tonight,
I don't want to think.
If I stab myself, it won't free me, oh no no.
I'm not going to shoot myself.
Relax, relax, relax.
I'm going to explode.
I'm going to forget it all tonight,
I don't want to think.
Relax.
I'm going to explode.
I'm going to forget it all tonight,
I don't want to thiiiiiiiiink.