The rattle in my brain Drove me off the dancefloor The tune stayed in my head As they led me to the door And the sky was mighty big But I could still hear them talking A muffled hum vaguely resembling The voice of stephen hawking The gossip of the famous The blessed and the respected The skin that was shown appeared to be known Its weakness is detected I can't quite recall the joke you made then I remember its punch line well I might assume that this is art But who needs wallpapers in hell? Look at the crowd The dancefloor never was a prison cell I'll stay here You can calculate what I might sell If you must You might say in the morning we'll be dust But for now To every thought there is a tune in alcatraz I had considered all the options Consulted all the experts When I stopped by your apartment To see if the light was on And like in the movies when the monster's behind you My ears could trace a roar I heard my track rolling up your stairs Scratching at your door And when the whole street got silent I heard it ring your bell Something waited to deliver Some long papers from hell To every thought there is a tune for you in alcatraz (2x) If you must You might say in the morning we'll be dust But for now To every thought there is a tune in alcatraz (3x) If you must You might say in the morning we'll be dust