Thoughts right now

I picked up a magazine

Oh hey hey here we go

Fifteen hundred years

Fifteen hundred years right here

Oh burning witches

Burning books

Burning babies in their looks

Yes indeed

Burning everything that’s sacred in my jeans yea

 

Oh thoughts right now

She’d been everybody else’s girl

Thoughts right now

Now thoughts right now ay

Right, right now

Am I here or am I here

I’m never here

I’m never here

I’m never here

I am never, never a bird in the flower

In the tree

In the pain of the respect thereof

Yes indeed

 

Thoughts right now

What will become of me

Become of her

Become of we baby

Yea ah yea