It's only a quarter to three
Reflecting off your C.D.
You're looking at a picture of me
You're staring at a picture of me
...
There's a fortune inside your head
All you touch turns to lead
You think you might just crawl back in bed
The fortune inside your head
You know you're just a mama's boy
Positively unemployed
So misunderstood
So misunderstood
Conspire