Hey Mrs. Cleo, 
Oh can you say what you see?
I see a boy who's lost his voice,
Who's lost his anonymity.
So find your voice!
And make yourself ... sewn as the seed!
Hey (hey) you (you) looking my way,
I've got a pistol in my pocket,
And I'm ready to play.
My trigger finger's not the slightest bit of shaky 
today!
Hey (hey) you (you) what do you know?
I've got a rocket in my pocket and I'm ready to go,
My trigger finger fires faster than the feet of my 
foes.
Hey Mrs. Cleo, 
I'm on a losing streak.
Externally I'm in my peak,
But mentally I'm wielding weak.
Cuz I wanna kill for the thrill,
Drink the blood of all the enemies of which I've 
spilled,
But they're all in my mind,
Ever elusive as time.
So find yourself Â…
(self that you make when you)
Make yourself ... sewn as the seed!
Hey (hey) you (you) looking my way,
I've got a pistol in my pocket,
And I'm ready to play.
My trigger finger's not the slightest bit of shaky 
today!
Hey (hey) you (you) what do you know?
I've got a rocket in my pocket and I'm ready to go,
My trigger finger fires faster than the feet of my 
foes.
Fee Fi Fo Fum Red Rum!
Smell the blood of the impervious one!
Fee Fi Fo Fum Best Run!
I've got you locked within the sight of my gun.
I see your future, 
Show me the future!
All you see is that which you can perceive,
Don't bet your life upon a possibility,
All you know is that the wind can't blow,
The tree that roots itself the seeds of the sewn.
Make yourself of the seeds of the sewn then you'll 
know.
Then you'll know...
Hey (hey) you (you) looking my way,
I've got a pistol in my pocket,
And I'm ready to play,
My trigger finger's not the slightest bit of shaky 
today!
Hey (hey) you (you) what do you know?
I've got a rocket in my pocket and I'm ready to go,
My trigger finger fires faster than the feet of my 
foes.