Thoughts

Thoughts right now

I picked up a magazine

Ooh here we go

Fifteen hundred years

Fifteen hundred years right here



Burning witches

Burning books

Burning babies in their looks yes indeed

Burning everything that's sacred in my jeans

Yeah yeah



Thoughts right now

She's been everybody else's girl

Thoughts right now

Thoughts right now

Right

Right now am I here

Oh am I here



I'm never here

I'm never here

I'm never never a bird

Or a flower in the tree

Or the pain of the respect thereof yes indeed



Thoughts right now

What will become of me

Become of her

Become of we babe