Get out of my head.
Get out of my head.
Our time is
passed.
Our moment is
gone.
Our love is
dead.
So go ahead and wreck
the dreams
of
another dreamer
instead.
Go ahead.
Go right
ahead.
This one is tired
of being clothed and fed
with your lies.
This one is tired
of being led
by the
nose.
Yes, I am tired
of being led.
Oh, how I am
tired of being led.
So let it be known,
and let it be
said,
and let it
be written,
and
let it be read,
that I'd rather be dead,
yes, I'd rather be dead,
then let you
again
into my head.