Lyrics: Cog. Other. Paris, Texas.

I drifted around, knowing
Got the nerve, got the feel that we're going to die
Ever learn, ever feel that your going to die
Ever learn, got the feel that we're going to die
We're all going to die
Got to learn how to feel, when your going to die
Gots to learn, ever feel how your going to die? Got to learn how to feel, when your going to die
Gots to learn how to feel
I drifted around, knowing
We're all going to die
The rhythm is the riddle, put the pedal to the metal, it's the middle of the puzzle
The middle of the puzzle, put the pedal to the metal, it's the rhythm in the riddle