Thoughts, right now
I picked up a magazine
Ooh, here we go, fifteen hundred years
Fifteen hundred years, right here
Burning witches, burning books
Burning babies and their looks
Yes indeed, burning everything
That's sacred in my jeans
Thoughts, right now
She's been everybody else's girl
Thoughts, right now, now
Thoughts, right now, right now
Am I here Am I here
Never here
I'm never here
I'm never here
I'm never here
Never a bird
Or a flower in the tree
Or the pain of the respect thereof
Yes indeed
Thoughts, right now
What will become of me
Become of her
Become of we, baby
Yeah