In a moment of a thousand helping hands

I am not beyond the saccharine of sycophantic rants

In a moment of a wilderness exposed

Is this lack of wisdom better than a charismatic soul?

And I'm bringing up blue horse meat, thinking that I've lost control

Do I have power? Do I have power?

Do I have power over it?

Do I have power? Do I have power?

Do I have any power over it?

For a moment, can I just pretend you're mine?

Would it kill you now to placate my chauvinistic mind?

For a moment, as my hoarse haunts harm ago

Bring the hypnotist back here to get me through another song

And I'm bringing up blue, hoarse me, wondering where I went wrong

Do I have power? Do I have power?

Do I have power over it?

Do I have power? Do I have power?

Do I have any power over it?