Just before the kit starts crashing in Sidewalks are singing electric whisperings And I'm sitting deep inside my heart I'm sideways sinking again But it's already happened Gone and pushed away To no one, pushed just for sport And it doesn't matter now does it? Did it ever matter Matter at all? Now the boss stars got my credit card Racing to heaven a perfect million ways And I'm already breaking Blood-shot, broken-fisted Nowhere to go And were you ever happy With these Pressure points Pressure points Deliver me Deliver me