Black Out

We're born with memories like blank sheets of paper
And I forgot where I came from
We're born with memories, they're blank sheets of paper
And I forgot where I came from
My middle name is my middle name
My middle name is my middle name
A sly little bastard snuck in between
He goes lo, oh, no, lo, lo

Torn out her memories, they're ripped from the attic
And my heart beats like a floor tom
Torn out her memories, let pain in the attic
And I'm not built like a floor tom
That job was my job for, what job was a job for?
Job was my job for, what job was a job for?
Job was my job for, what job was a job for?

Oh slick autopilot stick shift, cruise control
And I speak tongues go na-na-na-na-na
I speak tongues go na-na-na-na-na
Slick autopilot stick shift, cruise control
I speak tongues go na-na-na-na-na
I speak tongues go na-na-na-na-na
Lo, lo, lo

My mouth is on fire, my mouth fills with flames
My mouth is on fire, my mouth fills with flames
It burns on my tongue, well it burns on my face
My mouth is on fire, my mouth fills with flames
It goes