She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land

Just like she's walking on a wire in the circus

She knows she's just a little misunderstood


Round here we're carving out our names

Round here we all look the same

We sacrifice like lambs 


Round here we're never sent to bed early

And nobody makes us wait

Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late


Sleeping children better run like the wind out of the lightning dream

Mama's little baby better get herself in out of the lightning

She says, "It's only in my head."


I can't see nothin', nothin', round here.

Oh, man, I said, "I'm under the gun..."

Round here.

And I can't see nothin', nothin'.

Round here.