Exit signs, burning red
Paying fines, move ahead
Oh, I am the wicked one
Stringing bells on your knees
Decorate, so you please
Oh, I am the wicked one
Moderate how it's shown
Never leave it alone
I am the wicked one
Blind, blind
To the fence around your mind
Tied, tied
To the gate to be refined
Grind, grind
Paper-thin and very fine
Ride, ride
Through the windshield we all fly
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