I Was Raised In A Super-sheltered Atmosphere

I Consider Myself A Believer In Something Much Bigger Than Myself, Thank God.

Throw Your Stick And Stones, Throw Your Bombs And Your Blows, But You're Not Gonna Break My Soul.

Do You Ever Feel Like A Plastic Bag, Drifting Throught The Wind, Wanting To Start Again. Do You Ever Feel, Feel So Paper Thin, Like A House Of Cards, One Blow From Caving In.

I'm Either Going To Go Completely Mental, Completely Bankrupt, Or Have The Best Success Of My Life.

Recycle Those Nerves And Make Them Adreneline.