Exit signs, burning red Paying fines, move ahead Oh, I am the wicked one Stringing bells on your knees Decorate, so you please Oh, I am the wicked one Moderate how it's shown Never leave it alone I am the wicked one Blind, blind To the fence around your mind Tied, tied To the gate to be refined Grind, grind Paper-thin and very fine Ride, ride Through the windshield we all fly