I may be a fire-fly

Catch the first train flying by

With my wits on fire

Send my legs to work it out

Send my feet to fall about

With the first train flying by

With my wits on fire

Send my legs to work it out

Send my feet to fall about

I've got two heads in my pocket

Send the flesh rushing in

Send me my weeping grin

I've lost my discipline

No more needles

No more self-defense

No more two heads

No more rushing in

Who's got a pig's head?

Who's got big fat eyes?

Who's an only child?

Who's got a last goodbye?

Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye

Bye bye, bye bye, bye bye, bye bye