If anyone can, a Kennedy can If any clan can, a Kennedy can Nobody knows just what a Romani knows No one knows just what a Roman knows And a messed-up head is alway better than none Chicken-Fried Rice is a bad, bad song And the son of Allah, he was a hell of a guy Hippie of God and famous liberal guy Behind black eyes My mind is fine If you can't love yourself It's bad for your health If you can't love yourself It's bad for your health I was made in deep space and I was raised on the moon Fell to Earth and I was born in June And we grew up with the Spiders and the Beatles from Mars Tiger feet and the T-Rex cars And a gold cap tooth is always misunderstood Christopher Walken's in a terrible mood And I broke some hearts I met along the way But my heart's broken every brand new day Behind black eyes My mind is fine If you can't love yourself It's bad for your health If you don't know yourself It's bad for your health Behind black eyes My mind is fine Behind black eyes My mind is fine Behind black eyes My mind is fine If you can't love yourself It's bad for your health