Black lines on grey

Put on display

Within this plastic red frame

Abstract at best

My soul will testify that I am not sane



I turn the knobs to the left to the right

Try to draw myself out of this crazy life

But then I gave control of the picture

Over to the one who makes the art richer



Turn me over, Shake me

Clean me up when you shake me down today

Turn me over, Shake me

Don't wanna deny a shakedown for a clean slate



I promise I

I need better eyes

To see my good intentions

I realize 

That my disguise

Is only my invention



I turn the knobs to the left to the right

Try to draw myself out of this crazy life

But then I gave control fo the picture

Over to the one who makes the art richer



Turn me over, Shake me.

Clean me up when you shake me down today

Turn me over, Shake me



In my life, I have made a mess

Take me in your hands

I'm your etch-a-sketch