Bellyache sing and play along

Mind,

mind.

Sittin' all alone,

mouth full of gum

in the driveway.

My friends aren't far,

in the back of my car

lay their bodies.

Where's my mind?

Where's my mind?

They'll be here pretty soon,

the lookin' through my room

for the money.

I'm bitin' my 'em nails.

I'm too young to go to jail,

it's kinda funny.

I Where's my mind?

Where's my mind?

Where's my mind?

Where's my mind?

Maybe it's in the gutter where I left my lover.

What an expensive fate.

My V is for Vendetta.

Thought that I'd feel better and now I've got a bellyache.

Bellyache, bellyache, bellyache, bellyache, bellyache, bellyache.

Maybe it's in the gutter where I left my lover.

What an expensive fate.

My V is for Vendetta.

Thought that I'd feel better and now I've got a bellyache.