That old vicious screaming within
The talk of the building with the crash about
And broken glass it slides across his skin
They both cry till exhausted and wind up in each other's arms
It's a mind-shaker meltdown
It's a spreading disease
I've seen it before, girl
I hope they come after me
'Cause I'm a bad motherfucker, selfish and sick
You better say your prayers, baby
'Cause it's coming down quick
It's a mind-shaker meltdown
It's a spreading disease
It's a mind-shaker meltdown
I hope they come after me
He lost control, her voice like a fire alarm
Realize he could've hurt his love without knowing it at all
It seems he transforms when she screams her song
Possessed by a broken window and her crying for love
It's a mass jubilation, with jesters and thieves
A kind of group masturbation as they crucify me
'Cause I'm a Hollywood dream-boy, a pinup in their eyes
I represent, mama, all you despise

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): ANDREW WOOD, BRUCE IAN FAIRWEATHER, GREG A. GILMORE, JEFFREY ALLEN AMENT, STONE C. GOSSARD