I found music and he found me I gave him some tambourine he gave me a scream I washed his dirty underwear he made me toast Music filled my mug with Vaseline I gave him a choke We could be happy we could be free If we don't make-out or fall in love I found music and he found me bleeding from my fingers and knees plugged into a drum machine nailed to my head: a tambourine and a guitar laced to my waist A stone cold fever: a internal melody Guitars make me happy drum beats make us all free solid as a rock lover is the music in me