Are you certain Have you double-checked I think it's urgent I think I've got it bad There must be something wrong with me There must be something wrong with me What's the difference if I think it's real Ammunition, I've got time to steal Are you nervous Have you double-checked Make me happy, make me stand upright There must be something wrong with me There must be something wrong with me Please give me something to do with my hands My knees will buckle when I stand What becomes of the telephone poles When we chop them down And throw them out Like stepping stones to go away Although they listen to what we say You said Where are my arms Where are my feet They've fallen off, I told you so Now we'll be back to home