they tell him that he should be dead
radionic thugs are getting in his head
he sorts it out by sound and vibe
knowing that it´s all true and it´s a lie
in your head...
tries to wrap his car around a tree
but his vehicle never lets him down
his lot is hard but he don´t mind
destination written clearly underline
in your head...
invisibly he duels without a gun
impervious to everything but western sun
he breathes in eastern air
bullets flying past him but he don´t care
after the light enters the eye
it´s all the truth and it´s a lie
with evil creatures lurking underground
why are luck and love among the things you´ve found
in your head.