my mind's locked up in a world that    i don't know   the end is coming soon    i think i'll lose control    staring out my window and it feels fine      well... i'm sending all my signals    but i stiffen so im long    (that's not it, but it sounds funny)    said i'm sending all the signals    that i do not have a home    i said my month in up in armour    say i really wasnt scared    say my month in up in armour    but i do not have a way      things are happening    so really do we ever live so fast    theres a concert    oh but what a fucking blast   my bags are packed in all rugged up theres one thing left to say    i'll make you take the fall then im doin it my own way      my mind's locked up in a world that    i don't know   the end is coming soon    i think i'll lose control      a re you happy working mornings    are you happy working nights    are you happy on your time off   when your high?      here we go were back again    in the same rut withthe same friends    doin it like we did the year before    ya got no money got no car,    got no woman so there you are   your empty, sold out and depressed      well you can run and you can hide    from the trouble that is deep inside    your master of your own destiny and fame    things to do    gotta place to go    gotta cut the line    gotta make the next show    gotta make everything work out alright      what do we have to say for ourselves...    i dunno i dunno i dunno