This is no town
For the friendly
Everyone here
Has a story
And in this maze of people I lose my sense of definition
A page ripped from a book, I’m just a page ripped from a book
Turn it on himself
Turn it on himself
Turn it on himself (he’s gonna)
Turn it on himself
Turn it on himself
Turn it on himself
Turn it on himself (he’s gonna)
Turn it on himself
I used to never ever worry
I used to trust my sense of impulse
I used to know between extreme and moderation
A sense of balance to hold me up
A sense of balance to hold me up
Turn it on himself
Turn it on himself (he’s gonna)
Turn it on himself (he’s gonna)
Turn it on himself
Turn it on himself
And I’ve waged war with myself
Where no victory was ever declared
And both could end equally grim
And none of the sides were spared
Turn it on himself
Turn it on himself
Turn it on himself (he’s gonna)
Turn it on himself (he’s gonna)
Turn it on himself
Turn it on himself
Turn it on himself
Turn it on himself (he’s gonna)
Turn it on himself
