before you split house-train the body you leave behind   there’s only one voice you can count on to keep you down   skin the bees and stripe the ceiling where you wake up   cuz all that movement under cover   is just bad luck      i change my head so i won’t be followed   i change my head so my friends don’t call me   i change my head so no one can fault me   i change my head so i won’t be bored      you know a certain brand of escape that gives you hope   so afraid of being found out you let it go   you never had the kind of focus to play a part   now soar away and give up people   it’s like an art      i change my head so i won’t be followed   i change my head so my friends don’t call me   i change my head so no one can fault me   i change my head so i won’t be bored