I may be a fire-fly      Catch the first train flying by   With my wits on fire   Send my legs to work it out   Send my feet to fall about      With the first train flying by   With my wits on fire   Send my legs to work it out   Send my feet to fall about      I've got two heads in my pocket   Send the flesh rushing in   Send me my weeping grin   I've lost my discipline      No more needles   No more self-defense   No more two heads   No more rushing in      Who's got a pig's head?   Who's got big fat eyes?   Who's an only child?   Who's got a last goodbye?      Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye   Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye, bye bye