(Donelly, Greenwood)



On your third broken window

Your hair full of glass

Throw your clothes in the hallway

Just a sheet on your back

So you're super-connected now

All the freaks gather round

And the crowd in your bedroom waits

For a piece of your personal space



Are there heartstrings connected

To the wings you got slapped on your back?

Better climb in the window 'cause I'm closing the door



On your third broken window

With your hair full of glass

Saw your clothes in the hallway

Just a cuirtain on your back

(I laugh)



Are there heartstrings connected

To the wings you got slapped on your back?

Better climb in a window 'cause I'm closing the door



Now I'm spinning on a dime

Like you claim to do

Like right now

Like now



Are there heartstrings connected

To the poison coming out of your mouth

Are you super-connected

Are you super-connected now



I'm spinning on a dime

Throw your clothes in the hallway

And I'm closing the door