I've been running around town for a new identity.
I've been dreaming high dreams of insecurity.
I've been racing my heart through the streets of my mind.
I've been clinging to the bed,
I swear it's turning me blind.
I'm plugging all the holes,
I'm seeing all the cracks.
I'm like a gal on last night,
I just can't seem to relax.
She's got fire on her breath,
she's got chili on her lips.
She's got a round on neck and she's got jazz on her hips.
There's a flash in my brain like a shotgun with a bomb.
It's a strange idea of love.
Like a wall at the door,
like a scratch of a claw.
She says, come on baby,
I want it raw.
A wall at the door, a scratch of a claw.
I want it raw.
I'm driving out of town,
I'm on my verge of a storm.
I'm spitting out some crisps over
a joint.
I keep calm,
the man born mama's on the back of my heels.
And this infecation
can't trap my wills.
There's a heat in my car,
there's a fog on my screen.
I've never
felt so scared, never dreamt such a dream.
There's a man on the corner preaching fire
above.
It's a strange idea of love.
Like a wall at the door,
like a scratch of a claw.
She says, come on baby,
I want it raw.
A wall at the door, a scratch of a claw.
I want it raw.
Like a wall at the door,
like a scratch of a claw.
She says, come on baby,
I want it raw.
A wall at the door,
a scratch of a claw.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
Like a wall at the door,
like a scratch of a claw.
She says, come on baby,
I want it raw.
A wall at the door,
a scratch of a claw.
I want it raw.