My head don't talk to me no more Kind of left me in the rain My shoes don't walk with me no more Going to find another way Oh no sir, oh no sir I'm not gonna come much closer I'd likely, most likely Turn around and walk away My dogs don't bark at me no more Sleeping on the kitchen floor My hands don't clap with me no more Going to the record store gonna steal some records for sure Oh mister, cool mister A phone call from your sister It set my house on fire Got me running for the door There's a man in a can in my pocket Having fun with a lady of his choice There's an alien girl in a rocket And she dreams of forgotten alien boys My heart don't beat with me no more Going to beat me up and down My clues don't find me anymore Footsteps leading to the fingerprints on the wall There's a man in a can in my pocket Having fun with a lady of his choice There's an alien girl in a rocket And she dreams of forgotten alien boys