Every single night I endure the flight of little wings of white-flamed Butterflies in my brain These ideas of mine percolate the mind trickle down the spine swarm the belly, swelling to a blaze That's where the pain comes in Like a second skeleton trying to fit beneath the skin I can't fit the feelings in Every single night's a fight with my brain what'd I say to her why'd I say it to her what does she think of me that I'm not what I ought to be that I'm what I try not to be It's got to be somebody elses fault I can't get caught If what I am is what I am, 'cause I does what I does then brother, get back, 'cause my breast's gonna bust open the rib is the shell and the heart is the yolk yoke and I just made a meal for us both to choke on Every single night's a fight with my brain I just want to feel everything so I'm gonna try to be still now gonna renounce the mill a little while and if we had a double-king-sized bed we could move in it and I'd soon forget that what I am is what I am cause I does what I does and maybe I'd relax; let my breast hot bust open my heart's made of parts of all that surround me and that's why the devil just can't get around me Every single night's alright, every single night's a fight, and every single fight's alright with my Brain I just want to feel everything