All her cash running out of green glass   Pocketful of money going down, down, down   Wagon's full of honey and she's gonna get some   Everybody knows that fun is for the brave ones      Every night she leaves with someone   Dirty man playing with his kickstand yeah   We can see he's nothing but she wants him   'Cause she's empty and he's got a pretty face   And big hands to play with      You've got to find your mind   You've got to find your mind   (You've got to find your mind)      Said to get down on her knees   Gotta get what he needs   She's got a frayed mess of a dress   The kind that is about wearing you out      She comes from people with ready minds   Cigarette child of the times   Her body is more than her years   She hears a lunatic in her ears      Funny how it always is   When your mind is in the way of his   In what he wants he will succeed   Without a fight she will concede   And we know she can't fix her soul   By filling up empty holes      You've got to find your mind   (You've got to find your mind)   You've got to find your mind   (You've got to find your mind)      I'm the girl in your head with no innocence   I'm your friendly neighborhood psychopath   I'm the fear that makes you try anything   I'm the one you don't know you're running from      I'm the cold reminder of defeat   I'll be there the next time you get in heat   I'll be there when you wake up next week   I'll be there when you freak the next freak      You've got to find your mind   (You've got to find your mind)   You've got to find your mind   (You've got to find your mind)