I go crazy, fucking crazynSitting around in the same old roomnAnd when tomorrow comes, I will be gonenI'll be working 'til the afternoonnnI rode the cyclone, I rode the shockwavenI found my heart inside my chestnAnd I was so surprised to be alive, I couldn't wait around and restnnShining out ahead just a little bit further onnDraws me like a moth, the light of the lostnnI go crazy, fucking crazynThinking about all the gloom and doomnAnd when tomorrow comes, I'll say I'm donenDrinking 'til the afternoonnnShining out ahead just a little bit further onnDraws me like a moth, the light of the lostnI'll follow it, I guess, but what the costnnI have the black catnSend me a ...nI put a match to every fusenAnd when they flash and bang, it's a beautiful thingnThey always know what to donnI go crazy, fucking crazynWorrying away at what it meansnWhen all I need's some firecrackersnTo blow it all to smithereens