I have electric veins, when bad weather came. I have a haircut way, laid out for me. Do you love me now, how can I know? Spirit's upstairs banging hard on the wall. Babysitter's in a ball on the kitchen floor. I don't got a thing figured out, but can't believe in it all. And I don't want to hear a word about making it difficult. I heard the altar cave when it said my name. I have a tent stake way behind my face.