The Red Telephone

Sitting on the hillside

Watching all the people die

I'll feel much better on the other side

I'll thumb a ride

I believe in magic

Why because it is so quick

I don't need power when I'm hypnotized

Look in my eyes

What are you seeing (I see...)

I feel real phony when my name is Phil

Or is that Bill?

Life goes on here

Day after day

I don't know if I'm living or if I'm supposed to be

Sometimes my life is so eerie

And if you think I'm happy paint me (White) (Yellow)

I've been here once

I've been here twice

I don't know if the third's the fourth or if the

The fifth's to fix

Sometimes I deal with numbers

And if you wanna count me

Count me out

I don't need the time of day

Anytime with me's ok

I just don't want you using up my time

'Cause that's not right

They're locking them up today

They're throwing away the key

I wonder who it'll be tomorrow, you or me?

We're all normal and we want our freedom

Freedom... freedom... freedom... freedom