My thoughts right now

I picked up a magazine

Here, here they go

Fifteen hundred years,

Fifteen hundred years right here

Oh, burning witches, burning books

Burning babies and their looks



Yes, indeed

Burning everything that's sacred in my jeans



Thoughts right now

She'd been everybody else's girl

Thoughts right now

Now...

Thoughts right now

Aye, right now

In my head, in my head



Never here...

I'm never here

I'm never here

I'm never, never a bird

In the flower, in the tree

In the pain of the respect thereof

Yes, indeed!



Thoughts right now

What will become of me?

Become of her?

Become of we, babe?

Yeah