Thoughts right now I picked up a magazine Oh, here they go Fifteen hundred years Fifteen hundred years right here Oh, burning witches, burning books Burning babies in their looks Yes, indeed Burning everything that's sacred in my genes Thoughts right now She's been everybody else's girl Thoughts right now Thoughts right now Right, right now Am I here Oh am I here I'm never here I'm never here I'm never here I am never, never a bird In the flower in the tree In the pain of the respect thereof Yes, indeed Thoughts right now What will become of me Become of her Become of we, babe, yeah