You start a day with a damn ugly sign on your face As everybody does Steel box packed full of vacant eyes and frustrated sighs "Don't look at me, don't touch me" So you're screaming out loud inside your head "'Cause I'm a spitfire just about to blast" So tied up and dried out in a battle field for neurotics Is it life or death? Unnoticed, so stranded in a cage for irritated sheeps Everybody's messed up Seems ready to blaze out Start a day with a damn ugly mind hiding Underneath your friendliness Every toe you see makes you wonder why Those are that much pointed "Don't look at me, don't touch me" So you're screaming out loud inside your head "'Cause I'm a spitfire just about to blast" Everybody's messed up Seems ready to blaze out Like a race on the back street Like a fight in a mosh pit Everybody's strung up You'll see that every high ethic standard Hides its sparkling ego