Texty: The Catherine Wheel. I Confess.

Oh my blue-eyed boy built something to destroy
Is it getting high? High oh you cheeky face
Shirt open to the waist now it's really getting cold

One more paranoia, I don't want another
Oh yes I confess, I don't want another

Yes you handsome man wicked boy, you sycophant
Are you ready to feel? Deep stress, nothing new
Anxiety to use coming through the door

One more paranoia, I don't want another
Oh yes I confess, I don't want another
Ah, ah

Taken many drugs, popped so many pills
Gasp at my adventures, marvel at my thrills

One more paranoia, I don't want another
Oh yes I confess, I don't want another

One more poison thought, don't want another
Yes, yes I confess, I don't want another