ZANG TUUMB TUM DISCOGRAPHY “…or the imagination”

Padded cell


Come in Mr. Samuel
How would you describe yourself

I live my life
I live my life

I live my life
I’m a trusted man
Many people confuse me
But I’m a very good hand

I’m a real estate
And you can live on me
Always there when you need me
Anybody can see

So many people
Like me lie sedated
I’m in a padded cell
I’m in a padded cell

I’m a million different people
Living inside of me, oh yeah
I’m a million different people
Living inside of me

I live my life
In the attic room
It’s a hundred and fifty
But I could hold my cool

While the people downstairs
They all depend on me
Always there when they need me
But you know it ain’t easy

I must admit that I, I thought about the other way
But I live and fight another day

So many people
Like me lie sedated
Inside my padded cell
I’m in a padded cell

I’m a million different people
Living inside of me, oh yeah, oh yeah
I’m a million different people
Living inside of me

It’s like a million different people
Living inside of, living inside of
Living inside of, living inside of
Living inside of, living inside of
Living inside of, living inside of me

Don’t talk to him ’cause he’s psycho
Don’t talk to him ’cause he’s psycho
Don’t talk to him ’cause he’s psycho
Don’t talk to him ’cause he’s looking back

Don’t look at her ’cause she’s loco
Don’t look at her ’cause she’s loco
Don’t look at her ’cause she’s loco
Don’t look at her ’cause she’s looking back

There’s a million different people
Living inside of me
Living inside of me