You got music in the palm of your hands   And there’s money for the drugs and the band   You got pretty little kids you can bruise   But you can’t get the talent off your shoes      You got eyes in the back of my head      He’s got a tiny little radio mind   And a pale green face at the stop sign   He’s a dram for the misunderstood   Now black’s the new blue and bad’s the new good      You got eyes in the back of my head      They got eyes in the back of your head   It’s like a blind man sleeping in your bed   You pay him absolutely nothing for relief   But you need it much more than self-belief      You got eyes in the back of my head