Spitfire

You start a day with a
damn ugly sign on your face
As everybody does
Steel box packed full of
vacant eyes and frustrated sighs
"Don't look at me,
don't touch me"
So you're screaming
out loud inside your head
"'Cause I'm a spitfire
just about to blast"
So tied up and dried out
in a battle field for neurotics
Is it life or death?
Unnoticed, so stranded
in a cage for irritated sheeps
Everybody's messed up
Seems ready to blaze out

Start a day
with a damn ugly mind hiding
Underneath your friendliness
Every toe you
see makes you wonder why
Those are that much pointed
"Don't look at me,
don't touch me"
So you're screaming
out loud inside your head
"'Cause I'm a spitfire
just about to blast"
So tied up and dried out
in a battle field for neurotics
Is it life or death?
Unnoticed, so stranded
in a cage for irritated sheeps
Everybody's messed up
Seems ready to blaze out
Like a race on the back street
Like a fight in a mosh pit
Everybody's strung up
You'll see that every high
ethic standard
Hides its sparkling ego

So tied up and dried out
in a battle field for neurotics
Is it life or death?
Unnoticed, so stranded
in a cage for irritated sheeps
So tied up and dried out
in a battle field for neurotics
Is it life or death?
Unnoticed, so stranded
in a cage for irritated sheeps
Everybody's messed up
Seems ready to blaze out