bellyache – clean, simplified

Mind… mind…

Sittin’ all alone,

mouth full of gum,

in the driveway.

My friends aren’t far,

in the cold of the dark,

lost in our dreams.

Where’s my mind?

Where’s my mind?

They’ll be here pretty soon,

lookin’ through my room

for the money.

I’m bitin’ my nails,

I’m too young to never fail,

it’s kinda funny.

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… fake.

My V is for Vendetta,

thought that I’d feel better –

but now I got a bellyache.

Everything I do,

the way I wear my blues,

like a necklace.

I wanna make ’em scared,

like I could be anywhere,

like I’m reckless.

I lost my mind.

I don’t mind.

Where’s my mind?

Where’s… my… mind?

Maybe it’s in the gutter,

where I left my lover –

what an expensive… fake.

My V is for Vendetta,

thought that I’d feel better –

but now I got a bellyache.

(bellyache, bellyache, bellyache, bellyache, bellyache, bellyache)

Maybe it’s in the gutter,

where I left my lover –

what an expensive… fake.

My V is for Vendetta,

thought that I’d feel better –

but now I got a bellyache.