I'm a dealer in the middle

No left or right side sitter

I never make it going solo

But when I'm lying on my pillow



I'm a sugar-fisted pistol shoot a worldwide missile

Stop the train of shame a-coming with a huggle and a kissle

I'm tearing up the track and I ain't never going back

Just wanna change and re-arrange, re-build and stack



So step away and let the train leave town

Don't put out your hand it's gonna run you down

You don't put out your hand to stop a moving train

Boy you'll get run down



I'm a healer if you're willing

Something inside me more appealing

I'm all but nothing when without it

A real monster with no feelings



We are all little triggers

In every little thing we figure

Yeah you're a natural born explosive

Like dynamite or slightly bigger

And you could blow, here we go



I said, "What you're thinking now is bigger than you think it is

And every time you're thinking that, well brother, you should think again

You see the trouble is if you and me see eye to eye

And you re-think your life and no more innocents they have to die

Will it stop at you and what you do just become history

I just don't see peace that way it's all too much a mystery

I just want to change and re-arrange, re-build and stack on it

I don't want that train to instant bliss, I know they're full of it

They're calling "all aboard" at full speed, I see you standing there

But I know they don't care

Get off the track"