Lyrics:
Blind Melon Hell

m gonna build a fence To keep inside what little sense The sense of taste, the sense of smell The sense to sit here and feel like hell, feel like hell

Translation: Blind Melon. Hell.

gonna build a fence To keep inside what little sense The sense of taste The sense of smell The sense to sit here and feel like hell To feel like hell

I'm entering a frame Bombarded by indecision Where a man like me Can easily let the day get out of control Down this far in the quarter I'm pushed hard

Translation: Blind Melon. Hello-goodbye (Hidden Track).

I'm entering a frame Bombarded by indecision Where a man like me Can easily let the day get out of control Down this far in the quarter I'm pushed hard