Where does he come from? He’s got an itch that won’t be scratched Sometimes he guesses he might be wrong Sometimes, guesses that he don’t belong He trusts in fate He trusts in fate He trusts in fate But he checks out by days Redeemer of coupons in a lonely mall
[Chorus:] He don’t know He don’t sleep at night (He’s talking, broken talk) And so he’s getting ill He’s in a waking dream (He’s talking, broken talk)
[?] Getting ill Shakes by the steady Self-medicator It may come too late Detereorating Will he recuperate It may come too late He trusts in fate He trusts in fate
[Chorus x2:] He don’t know He don’t sleep at night (He’s talking, broken talk) And so he’s getting ill He’s in a waking dream (He’s talking, broken talk)