Sometimes I get the strangest feelings
I want to bust your head in
Ive got the whole world freaking
Im just the kind of guy
All around the world
Theyve got their hands up screaming
Cant the gambles fly
No one knows for sure
Ive got the portrait hanging around
In the picture frame
In the halfway house on life
Were not the same
Time draws a narrow streak
Im just your average freak
Made a deal with life
Im known around the world
Im not the one with the open wound
Youre just protection for the righteous kind
Im not the one with an open wound
Youre just protection for the righteous kind
Righteous kind...
Came of a world of trouble
Ive got the hopeful freed
Made a deal with life
I know that life is cruel
My cataclystic thoughts
The mother of my dreams
Your plan betrayed my smoke screen
Im wrapped around your screams
Theres a portrait hanging around
In the picture frame
In the halfway house on life
And Im not the same
Im not the one with the open wound
Youre just protection for the righteous kind
Im not the one with an open wound
Youre just protection for the righteous kind