Lyrics

[Verse 1] Thoughts right now I picked up a magazine Oh, here they go: fifteen hundred years Fifteen hundred years right here Oh, burning witches, burning books Burning babies in their looks Yes, indeed Burning everything that's sacred in my genes, yes [Verse 2] Oh, thoughts right now She's been everybody else's girl Thoughts right now Thoughts right now, right, right now Am I here, oh am I here? I'm never here, I'm never here, I'm never here I am never, never a bird In the flower, in the tree In the pain of the respect thereof, yes indeed [Verse 3] Thoughts right now What will become of me, become of her Become of we, babe? Yeah