You think I’m strange It could be the air that you’re breathing You say I’m weird And you don’t like the cut of my hair You see trouble in the corner of your eye You’re not looking In the mirror, ‘cause it should be plain that you’re there

Cut loose when you cool you your boots and come on A show of force from your higher horse oh come on You really think so?

Your closed eyes see frightening shapes at the window The only voice is the one that tells you to fear Keep you head down and trust to safety in numbers But nothing adds up - Imaginary enemy’s here

Cut loose when you cool you your boots and come on A show of force from your higher horse oh come on You really think so?