No keyboards just Pearly Gates and a lot of sound pedals.. I have to go to my parole-boy. To remember just who I am. One thing else I don't enjoy is. Forgetting her monogram. She electrifies my physical mass. She really turns me on. My mind is gone. My mind is gone. She quite simply wrecks me. She just tears me apart. She screws me up and skewers me. She made it quite an art. She guts me like a hollow-point. She really turns me on. My mind is gone. My mind is gone. Yeah Billy. I know what you mean. It's the smell of the dress. That made my mind a mess. It's her chokin' throat. Really gets my goat-tee and amen. Yes indeed. She makes my head and heart bleed. Been so long since I knocked some off. My mind is gone. My mind is gone. My mind is gone. My mind is gone. Tell me about it.