Possession - Be Bop Deluxe

There’s such a beautiful mess up in my room

My thoughts are tangled in the legs of chairs

I like to think that it’s my token of genius

But then again perhaps I just don’t care

I’m going crazy with the speed of living

I’m leaving parts of me all over the place

I think I’ve found a piece that looks like my heart

But then again maybe it’s just my face

Possession, possession, paying the price

Possession, possession, run for my life

I charge my dreams up with the cheapest batteries

The light goes out and everything looks dim

I stumble 'round pretending that I’m dancing

Doing fine until the truth breaks in

Cameras are thieves, they always take my picture

A tape-recorder stole my voice today

I think machines and clocks have secret motives

But then again (maybe they’re made that way)

Possession, possession, paying the price

Possession, possession, run for my life

I paint my shirt with all the latest outrages

Just like I did so many years before

It drives me to the brink of pink disaster

But I don’t mind, that’s what possession’s for

Possession, possession, paying the price

Possession, possession, run for my life