They tell him that he should be dead

Radionic thugs are getting in his head

He sorts it out by sound and vibe

Knowing that it's all true and it's a lie

In your head ...

Tries to wrap his car around a tree

But his vehicle never lets him down

His lot is hard but he don't mind

Destination written clearly underline

In your head ...

Invisibly he duels without a gun

Impervious to everything but western sun

He breathes in eastern air

Bullets flying past him but he don't care

After the light enters the eye

It's all the truth and it's a lie

With evil creatures lurking underground

Why are luck and love among the things you've found

In your head.