Written, performed, and engineered by Michael W. Dean. Nobody played guitar.
LYRICS: Frozen like a tongue to the past. Awake with a shout but nothing's coming out of my mouth. I'm three years old with a fever of 103. The TV set is watching me and you still wanna know what I'm going to be?? My father was a black man My mother was Jesus Christ. Come on little baby won't you give me just a little slice of your brain? I see your face on someone else's head on someone else's body with someone else's words in between what you say. Visions get hazy when lovers get crazy and others discover your thinkin'. And teachers uncover your cheatin' and mothers discover your drinkin' And others discover your stealing from yourself. And no one really cares what you're thinkin' at all except in your sleep where lives are cheap and truth hurts deep and lovers leap like cats to dogs.
This is the first song where I’ve exceeded 30 tracks (It has 35 tracks.)