作曲 : Jill Cunniff/Gabrielle Glaser All her cash running out of green glass Pocketful of money going down, down, down Wagon's full of honey and she's gonna get some Everybody knows that fun is for the brave ones Every night she leaves with someone Dirty man playing with his kickstand yeah We can see he's nothing but she wants him' Cause she's empty and he's got a pretty face And big hands to play with You've got to find your mind You've got to find your mind(You've got to find your mind) Said to get down on her knees Gotta get what he needs She's got a frayed mess of a dress The kind that is about wearing you out She comes from people with ready minds Cigarette child of the times Her body is more than her years She hears a lunatic in her ears Funny how it always is When your mind is in the way of his In what he wants he will succeed Without a fight she will concede And we know she can't fix her soul By filling up empty holes You've got to find your mind(You've got to find your mind) You've got to find your mind(You've got to find your mind) I'm the girl in your head with no innocence I'm your friendly neighborhood psychopath I'm the fear that makes you try anything I'm the one you don't know you're running from I'm the cold reminder of defeat I'll be there the next time you get in heat I'll be there when you wake up next week I'll be there when you freak the next freak You've got to find your mind(You've got to find your mind) You've got to find your mind(You've got to find your mind)
作曲 : Jill Cunniff/Gabrielle Glaser All her cash running out of green glass Pocketful of money going down, down, down Wagon's full of honey and she's gonna get some Everybody knows that fun is for the brave ones Every night she leaves with someone Dirty man playing with his kickstand yeah We can see he's nothing but she wants him' Cause she's empty and he's got a pretty face And big hands to play with You've got to find your mind You've got to find your mind(You've got to find your mind) Said to get down on her knees Gotta get what he needs She's got a frayed mess of a dress The kind that is about wearing you out She comes from people with ready minds Cigarette child of the times Her body is more than her years She hears a lunatic in her ears Funny how it always is When your mind is in the way of his In what he wants he will succeed Without a fight she will concede And we know she can't fix her soul By filling up empty holes You've got to find your mind(You've got to find your mind) You've got to find your mind(You've got to find your mind) I'm the girl in your head with no innocence I'm your friendly neighborhood psychopath I'm the fear that makes you try anything I'm the one you don't know you're running from I'm the cold reminder of defeat I'll be there the next time you get in heat I'll be there when you wake up next week I'll be there when you freak the next freak You've got to find your mind(You've got to find your mind) You've got to find your mind(You've got to find your mind)
