Tekstovi: Jukebox the Ghost. Everything Under the Sun. Schizophrenia.

Yes I can, no I can't
Yes I can, no I can't
Yes I can, no I can't
Yes I can, I swear to it
That's just how my brain works

Yes it is, no it isn't
Yes it is, not it isn't
Yes it is, no it isn't
Yes it is, I know that
I know it sounds absurd but

We first met in the summer
Of my twenty second year
I got scared and they appeared
Out of thin air

Here they come, here they come
Here they come, here they come
Here they come, here they come
They're after me, I don't know anything

They got guns, they got knives
They got guns, they got knives
They got guns, they got knives and spies
I am no informant

We first met in the summer
Of my twenty second year
I got scared and they appeared
Out of thin air

They knew my name
They screamed and screamed
They knew everything

Well, you could say that I'm well liked
But I'll never be friendless
You could say that I'm alright
Or you could say schizophrenic