text: Dont get any big ideas
  Theyre not gonna happen
  You paint your eyes white
  And fill up with noise
  But therell be something missing
  Now that youve found it, its gone
  Now that you feel it, you dont
  Youve gone off the rails
  She stands up naked and she beckons you to bed
  Dont go you know rain pours so come back again
  Ooooh, ooooh, oooooh
  Ooooh, ooooh, oooooh
  Ooooh, aaaaah, aaaaah
  So dont get any big ideas
  Theyre not gonna happen
  Youll go to hell for what youre dirty mind is thinking
  Now that youve found it, its gone
  Now that you feel it, you dont
  Youve gone off the rails