Tell me why we're all gluttons for pain?
The girl is totally insane
She doesn't know the meaning of tame
Still, I can't put out the flame

Hey, hey, I wanna play
On a team that you despise

Every day a new disguise
Every night a Halloween
She says, "Keep the motor running, man,"
Like I was some machine

You can talk, talk
But I'm keeping her stock
I wouldn't even change a thing

Why fight? You've got me roped and tied
I hit your baited line
I'm so digging your scene
I said, you're playing with my head
I could split instead
I'm so digging your scene

On you like a hungry tick
Like a junkie knows he oughta kick
But I don't want to be dope sick
So I scramble for a fix

Voodoo and sorcery too
I can't shake your freaky spell

Why fight? You've got me roped and tied
I hit your baited line
I'm so digging your scene
I said, you're playing with my head
I could split instead
I'm so digging your scene

Can anybody tell me why we're Springer-bound?
Why we feel so up when we're kept down?
On a short leash behind a barbed-wire fence
With no chance of parole on a life sentence
(I'm so digging your scene)

My friends tell me I should run
Oh, they say they think she's got a gun
But that just only turns me on
Right on, right on, right on

Hey, hey, I wanna play
For the team that you despise

Why fight? You've got me roped and tied
I hit your baited line
I'm so digging your scene
I said, you're playing with my head
I could split instead
I'm so digging your scene

Don't change, I love that you're deranged
You've got me trapped and caged
I'm so digging your scene
I said, you're playing with my head
I could split instead
I'm so digging your scene

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Writer(s): Gregory Dean Camp