Pack your gifts
The misery is sick
Superheros
Need time to think
Slack torture
Doesn't do the trick
Hang your spurs
Doesn't mean a thing
Doesn't mean a thing
Doesn't mean a thing
Shooting the air
Bullets fall before you
Aim is true with care
Then you slipped out the back door
Blind and dead
Like you planned it before
Walk around aging
While you can't even see the floor
You know me
Doesn't mean a thing