I don't like the talking But I can't stand the silence And I don't like the beady eyes as I'm walking through the house of trade And I don't like the billion things that go on in my brain But I have to keep thinking of them cause they're the only things that keep me sane Samurai, my mind, my mind Samurai, my mind, my mind, my mind And as I walk down this street commercial lights burn my eyes And as I walk down this street a thousand babies begin to cry But I just want to get to the faces I love and the places I want to be But all the people you meet in the street just say Do I know you? Do I know you? Do I know you? Do I know you? Samurai, my mind, my mind Samurai, my mind, my mind, my mind Samurai, my mind, my mind Samurai, my mind, my mind, my mind