Are you lonely? Are you living on the seat of your pants? Are you happy? Wipe that smile off your face Are you someone? Lose my pinball eyes Are you lonely? Are you broken all in a vice? Try what you shouldn't say and I'll help you Here's the detective He's in charge of your case Here's the detective And he's hoping to waste my name And he's trying what is in his arm But I don't mind He's trying what is in his arm But I don't mind The strength for living, losing No one inside of my head Are you crazy? Are you blessed in bed in his arm? Is there mumbling? Will you cry us a play in it? Are you happy? Your crossed legs Try what you want from me, I'll spit it back Soft as a denim hand, spit it back Then this world Leaving it on a nos

This sounds like an early version of Young Blood