Crank

I love my superstitious games Running circles in my brain When I'm left smiling And I love to steal this living steam My head in someone's dream I'm tired of sleeping Call me crank, my idea Crank, so superior Crank, my conscience's clear I love my superstitious games Running, circling 'round my brain When I am smiling And I build my canopy of steel It fulfills my sense of real A chrome protection Call me crank, my idea Crank, so superior Crank, my conscience's clear My conscience's clear My conscience's clear My conscience's clear My conscience's clear My conscience's clear