My tightly-tied hang ups, simply wanted to know, girl where d’ya come from, and where do you wanna go?

*(Repeat throughout all verses)

Power in the constellations, pressure running through my blood

But the calls from the congregation, never did me any good

My mind’s eye, needs to testify, maybe one day I’ll drain it, and hang myself out to dry (Repeat)

My mind’s eye, needs to testify, maybe one day I’ll drain it, and hang myself out to dry (Repeat)