dye your eyes the color of july 40 stripes an no one bats an eye empty room with nothin on the walls a telephone that no one seems to call heavy doses of what may be catching on to your sorcery changin me lazy lover layin in the grass hopin that this loneliness will pass thunder fills the old ones with alarm fingers trace the thinness of the arm heavy doses of what may be catching on to your sorcery changin me read my lips and tell me what to do all these songs and i don t have a clue lovin you just never really paid gonna get back my old job at the arcade heavy doses of what may be catching on to your sorcery changin me