Black and white, pass the grass
For the mass, lasting this glass of wine
Somebody amen is watching the hangman walk down the line
And his reflection, and his shadow do seem to be mine

Is it something, something, something, something I've said?
Oh, no! It's something, something in my head

The city street show cracks like a star, so I wonder
Why is it so strange to rearrange the clouds over and under?
Myself and I have always seen the see a secret lover
But does she, does she, does she want this guy instead?

Oh, no! It's something, something in my head
Something [?]

This winter morning is so cold for her in that cotton dress
Things went away when they used to say: All you childs are blessed
But lately, you see, she's been counting on me and I must confess

Something, something, something, something is dead
And I know it's something, something in my head
In my head
In my head
In my head