Oh it seems like somethin' tells me
I've been here before
And it don't feel right
I won't be you leper anymore
How many fingers do you see?
Now tell me, can you see the real me?

How many bodies can there be?
Like Bobby DeNiro on the big bad screen
He sure can play that role!

Stoned in the temple of madness with you
Stoned in the sadness
You don't have a clue

How's your private life?
How come you don't hang around no more
You're so serious
You can't tell the doorway from the floor

What do you need to cure your ill?
Now tell me,