I got a special little place inside of my head,
A place that doesn’t quite ring a bell,
A little place, that always let’s me know,
Sometimes heaven can be hell.

Round and round I go, where I stop I’ll never know,
I’m no crackerjack, my friend,
I can’t seem to find, what’s in the back of my mind,
I’m no crackerjack my friend, crackerjack, my friend.

My brain is working like a time machine,
Going back and forth through the years,
Seein’ my life as it was on a screen,
And it’s stating to strip my gears.

Round and round I go, where I stop I’ll never know,
I’m no crackerjack, my friend,
I can’t seem to find, what’s in the back of my mind,
I’m no crackerjack my friend, crackerjack, my friend.

It puts me up and down,
Buries my head in the ground,
Time has taken it’s toll.
I feel dazed and confused,
Been turned every which way but loose,
Now my mind’s spinning out of control.

Round and round I go, where I stop I’ll never know,
I’m no crackerjack, my friend,
I can’t seem to find, what’s in the back of my mind,
I’m no crackerjack my friend, crackerjack, my friend.

Crackerjack, my friend.
Crackerjack, my friend.

(Instrumental music to end...)