Oingo Boingo

Maybe I am the man with those mystic two heads

one facing down, the other facing back

but I don't know who I am

and you still don't know who I am



Maybe I am the man with the legendary four hands

To finger, to heal, crave and strangulate

but I don't know who I am

and you still don't know who I am



I am exhausted of returning to a place I've never been

I am exhausted of returning from a place I've never been



Maybe I am the man of the universal two words

The lie and the lie, the scorn and the scorn

You want to know how I am

To forgive me what I am



I am exhausted of returning to a place I've never been

I am exhausted of returning from a place I've never been



I forgot who I am but I am too tired to be it

I forgot who I am but I am too tired to live/leave it



I am exhausted of returning to a place I've never been

I am exhausted of returning from a place I've never been