Schizoid Man - The Sharks

Not far away is a place you can go

Where the music is great, but the stories gyrate

The man seems OK but the longer you stay

You’ll begin to regret every word that you say

The evidence mounts in the back of his mind

'Till one day a black mood will seek and then find

His smile is well practised, but that’s where it ends

This shallow veneer hides some sinister trends

Schizoid

Twisted warped and paranoid

Schizoid

Infant brain he’s insane

Schizoid

Snapped and buckled and filled with hate

Yeah he’s a Schizoid Man

His otherwise empty life’s cluttered with fears

Like an overgrown minefield forgotten by years

And just when you think that he’s out of your head

That phone call reminds you that you want him dead

His life has no meaning so he never stops

Proverbial leopards just don’t change their spots

So close is the moment to finish the game

The Schizoid Man must be beaten again