We were in France
Speeding in his Peugeot
The deal was love
But there was a trade embargo
If you feel like
Burning some rubber
Take a trip
With your gorgeous lover

On the autobahn
In a BMW
I asked what he wanted
He said, "Only you."

If you feel like
Burning some rubber
Take a trip
With your gorgeous lover

Over the Italian Alps
Chugging in a Fiat
"Lo sposerete?"
I just didn't feel it

If you feel like
Burning some rubber
Take a trip
With your gorgeous lover

Cruising in Serbia
In a beaten up Yugo
He wanted a shag
I couldn't say, "No."

If you feel like
Burning some rubber
Take a trip
With your gorgeous lover

I'm rising and I'm sinking
And losing what I find
It's hard to know what I'm thinking
When I'm in two minds
It's hard to know what I'm thinking
When I'm locked inside my head
I'm continually wishing
That half of me was dead

Me and I can deliberate
Who is Arthur? Who is Martha?
Who do we love and who do we hate?
Do we create or annihilate?

Who is hiding behind the mask?
To whom and what should we reveal?
And should we lie if we're asked?
Should it be him or me, we conceal?

Schizophrenia and I
Walk hand in hand
Schizophrenia and I
Walk hand in hand