Dr. Livingston, I presume
Are you the harbinger, the harbinger of doom
I need insurance for my optimism
What if something happens, I'd never find my mind
Deep inside the mausoleum
How do I find my way inside this time
Swiss bank account, tastes really sweet
Extradition is, the thing to beat
I need insurance for my optimism
What if something happens, I'd never find my mind
Deep inside the mausoleum
How do I find my way inside this time
Invisible men (x2), is all I see
How do you sleep (x2), what drugs do you need
I need a quick-fix for my superstition
What if something happens, I'd never find my mind
Deep inside the mausoleum
How do I find my way inside this time (x7)