i've seen the world froma first class seat
i've read the bitch and ulysses
i've tried religion and philosophy
but it's all the same to me
now the air is getting thin
you make my senses start to swim
it's just a suicidal whim
but i cant rest
an emotional thing an emotional thing
now isolation can be sweet
no juvenille delinquent heat
i dont have to tell ya where im from
if i leave my space suit on
