I need to know what makes you tick And I need to know what makes you sick, There's a man on my street who says that you are dead, I don't know if that's true those things that he has said. Well I need to know if it all goes wrong Would you sell your soul for a song, There's a man on my street to swears to god you would, I don't know if that's true But if you thought you'd get away with it you probably would. Well I need to see a new day, I wish I was far away from here, There's a man on my street who says that he can fly, I don't know where he goes but I Just feel I really need to ask him why? Before I see the day