Lyrics

In a moment of a thousand helping hands I am not beyond the saccharine of sycophantic rants In a moment of a wilderness exposed Is this lack of wisdom better than a charismatic soul? And I'm bringing up blue horse meat, thinking that I've lost control Do I have power? Do I have power? Do I have power over it? Do I have power? Do I have power? Do I have any power over it? For a moment, can I just pretend you're mine? Would it kill you now to placate my chauvinistic mind? For a moment, as my hoarse haunts harm ago Bring the hypnotist back here to get me through another song And I'm bringing up blue, hoarse me, wondering where I went wrong Do I have power? Do I have power? Do I have power over it? Do I have power? Do I have power? Do I have any power over it?