I`m the wrong boy you dreamed about
Standing loud, I would never shout
Slouching in the hall with conviction
I`m the one with the leather views
Waiting in line to release the truth
Liquid right lends itself to direction
But with a machine gun
With a machine gun
With a machine, be more than seen
With a machine
The volume drones to a hundred black
We`ll play The End and then give it back
To the comfy light of tradition
`Cause when the shroud is removed for you
The cutting edge becomes petting zoo
An ailing malted knight`s new prescription
With a machine gun
With a machine gun
With a machine, be more than clean
With a machine
I don`t really wanna touch you
I don`t really wanna touch you
I don`t really wanna touch you
I don`t really wanna touch you
I don`t really wanna touch you
Tonight, tonight
I`m the wrong boy you dreamed about
Standing loud, I would never shout
Slouching in the hall with conviction
With conviction
With conviction
With conviction...