On your third broken window
Your hair full of glass
Throw your clothes in the hallway
Just a sheet on your back

So you're super-connected now
All the freaks gather around
And the crowd in your bedroom waits
For a piece of your personal space

Are there heart strings connected
To the wings you've got slapped on your back
Better climb in the window cause I'm closing the door

On your third broken window
With your hair full of glass
Saw your clothes in the hallway
Just a curtain on your back, I laugh

Are there heart strings connected
To the wings you've got slapped on your back
Better climb in the window cause I'm closing the door

Now I'm spinning on a dime
Now I'm spinning on a dime
Now I'm spinning on a dime
Like you claim to do
Like you claim to do
Like now, like now

Are there heart strings connected
To the poison coming out of your mouth
Are you super-connected
Are you super-connected now

I'm spinning on a dime
Throw your clothes in the hallway, and I'm closing the door