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.