*** Tourists

When will I get to know this

See when they get you down

Have you tried getting somewhere

Could you make some other sound

And would I listen no way

Now they're heading out for the highway

Never mind that you know this

Keep it going another round

I'm amazed that you noticed

When we're lying on the ground

And we're vibrating somewhere

It's shaking us apart

Could I be innocent?

No not at all

You'll never be a part of me I know

Never free, we never can let it go

Where are we, we never know and it goes

Never breathe or take your time and it shows

In the dream they're after me I know

What they're doing to me is unnatural

And it's me they'll never leave alone

Never ever had to go get

Now you see it's hell on me

Now you see it's hell on me

Now when I'm hearing voices

And being embarrassed by the sound

We suffer my hurried choices

Taking me apart could I be

Now you see it's hell on me