i'm a dealer in the middle   no left or right side sitter   i never make it going solo   but when i'm lying on my pillow      i'm a sugar-fisted pistol shoot a worldwide missile   stop the train of shame a-coming with a huggle and a kissle   i'm tearing up the track and i ain't never going back   just wanna change and re-arrange, re-build and stack      so step away and let the train leave town   don't put out your hand it's gonna run you down   you don't put out your hand to stop a moving train   boy you'll get run down      i'm a healer if you're willing   something inside me more appealing   i'm all but nothing when without it   a real monster with no feelings      we are all little triggers   in every little thing we figure   you're a natural born explosive   like dynamite or slightly bigger   and you cloud blow, here we go      i said, "what you're thinking now is bigger than you think it is. and every time you're thinking that, well brother, you should think again. you see the trouble is if you and me see eye to eye. and you re-think you life and no more innocents they have to die. will it stop at you and what you do just become history. i just don't see peace that way it's all too much a mystery. i just want to change and re-arrange, re-build and stack on it. i don't want that train to instant bliss, i know they're full of it. they're calling 'all aboard' at full speed, i see you standing there. but i know they don't care. get off the track."