White Stripes, The - Do
Well somebody walked up to me
But I didnâ??t know what to do
Then somebody said hello to me
But I didnâ??t know what to do
Because I think that my words could get twisted
So I bend my back over
Take a gulp
Be funny
Cause I know thereâ??s nothing I can do
Then my mother tried to pick me up
When I was sittin down on the ground
Something forced my little eyes to come open
But I couldnâ??t make out the sound
It doesnâ??t matter cause my eyes are lying
And they donâ??t have emotion
Donâ??t wanna be social
Canâ??t take it when they hate me
But I know thereâ??s nothing I can do
When my thoughts start to feel like mine
Theyâ??re taken from me
It seems to happen all the time
And the feelings that are fine for you
Thereâ??s somebody there
Who doesnâ??t think they are true
So think of something new
Thereâ??s nothing left to do
Then my idols walk next to me
I look up at them they fade away
Itâ??s a destruction of a mystery
The more I listen to what they say
So does that mean that thereâ??s no more doing
And thereâ??s no more thinking
And thereâ??s no more feeling
Cause thereâ??s no right opinion
So can you tell me what Iâ??m supposed to do?
But I didnâ??t know what to do
Then somebody said hello to me
But I didnâ??t know what to do
Because I think that my words could get twisted
So I bend my back over
Take a gulp
Be funny
Cause I know thereâ??s nothing I can do
Then my mother tried to pick me up
When I was sittin down on the ground
Something forced my little eyes to come open
But I couldnâ??t make out the sound
It doesnâ??t matter cause my eyes are lying
And they donâ??t have emotion
Donâ??t wanna be social
Canâ??t take it when they hate me
But I know thereâ??s nothing I can do
When my thoughts start to feel like mine
Theyâ??re taken from me
It seems to happen all the time
And the feelings that are fine for you
Thereâ??s somebody there
Who doesnâ??t think they are true
So think of something new
Thereâ??s nothing left to do
Then my idols walk next to me
I look up at them they fade away
Itâ??s a destruction of a mystery
The more I listen to what they say
So does that mean that thereâ??s no more doing
And thereâ??s no more thinking
And thereâ??s no more feeling
Cause thereâ??s no right opinion
So can you tell me what Iâ??m supposed to do?