I like to dissect girls There are no more barriers to cross Who am I? Some kind of abstraction And though I can hide my face You can shake my hand And feel flesh Maybe can even sense Our lifestyles are probably the same I am simply not here I don’t hope for a new world Better for anyone Doesn’t matter if it was 20 or 40 I have to return some videotapes Swing, swing, swing Like a cowboy Swing, swing, swing Like a storm Swing, swing, swing The pain inside Swing, swing, swing Your heart alive I think my mask of sanity is about to slip From my face thru my acts I feel lethal on the verge of frenzy Swing, swing, swing Just once Swing, swing, swing Just one more time Swing, swing, swing I wanna feel Swing, swing, swing I know the insides I think my mask of sanity is about to slip From my face thru my acts