When you've got an itch to Scratch but then forget about it
And there's shaking in your Exoskeleton that moves erratic
And your pulse slows down
All the peace you've found
Amounts to nothing
In the car, away, and gone, and Feeling cross about it
Then at home and lost on all These repetitions
And the eyelids close
And the floods go down
As is the fashion
Trying to catch a 22 out of the Blue
When the devil is in need
Any port will do
Trying to catch a 22 catch 22