Over My Head

Call off the dogs
 I call the shots
 Can't hold a candle to you now
 Caught me off guard
 Let's clear the air
 You haven't got a clue
 Never cut and dry
 So cut it out
 It cuts to the core
 Knife to the heart
 A thousand pardons
 Nothing left to restore!
 I think we're all in over our heads now
 And there's nothing left of this life
 I think we're all in over our heads now
 Like there's no tomorrow
 Don't hold your breath
 If fans the flames
 I walk a fine line
 You beg to differ
 Say what you will
 But I've never changed
 So have the heart
 And my tomorrows
 Cause I hold the cards...
 I'm damned...
 I hate to say...
 I wasn't born yesterday!
 All this emptiness is what fills me
 Chase the American dream!
 This emptiness, it fans the flames, I walk a fine line!
 I'm busy chasing the American dream
 It's what's killing you, it's what's killing me
 All this emptiness is what fills me
 Chase the American dream!
 I'm in over my head!
 Over me head!
 Over my head!
 I'm in over my head!
 Over my head!
 Over my head!
 I'm in over my head!
 Over my head!
 Over my head now...