Clawfinger

I think I'm going crazy I loosing my mind
'cos the logic of the story is impossible to find
Like a talking head I'm gonna making sense
'cos bad news is like sitting on a burning fence
I've got one hot minute of the ground
and like Simon said I know the silence is the sound
nevermind I'll reach Nirvana if I have to pay
I'm a fool for a lifetime and a king for a day
Crazy I'm going fucking crazy
Crazy I'm going fucking crazy
I am looser looking for the gold
but in the garden of sound you know the story's getting old