Horse Racing

I don't know where my head is at
For the most part I'm happy indeed
Hear a thought and I know there's somethin' else
And the line goes out

Endless repeating
Delusions flood
Hand over hand
I've got horse racing in my blood

Why the hell am I standing here
Where's my (fuck)
Where's my (fuck)
What is it called (Whoo hoo)
I should know this
I'm too stupid to live
(Ah-ah ah-ah) And the line goes out

Cropping the lighter
A stick or stone
Does that make sense?
I've got horse racing in my bones

I can get used to this somehow
I can get used to this somehow
I can get used to this somehow
I can get used to this somehow

They won't stampede me
I'll redefine
The fact my rage
I've got horse racing out my mind