Anything to turn you on, painting fables into song Poison cups, swerving lanes could we make it to the grave I don't really think you're wrong I know that you came along to find a certain sense of faith In this paris for the plain Anytime I think I find a new bird to kill I see She's already at my neighbor's window sill Anytime I think I find a new kind of thrill I seek She's already been crushing up the pills I said Hey, are you brave enough to make it on your own Well I don't really give a fuck, no I don't believe beginner's luck Why chase the muddy river down to the Delta if you still can't stand the rain Anytime I think I find a new kind of thrill I seek She's already been crushing up the pills I said Anytime I think I find a new place to drill I see They've already been sipping from the well Hey, are you brave enough to make it on your own Come one, come on I gotta get out You're on your own