Song about the noise in ones head
Dinny Din Din.
Look in to the devil with sweetness
Or find me some guy without sin
In cool blooded passion
So bold in your fashion
Look through the hole in your dinny, din, din.
It takes but a scratch to the surface
To peer at the shape we’re all in
Just under that layer you’ll find there a slayer
Who fills your whole head with that dinny, din, din.
It’s a fix, it’s a fix we’re all in
Those fashions and such going by
You know we’re told all those whys
As we hear frightened cries
As we’re caught in the noise of our dinny, din, din.
We’re caught in life’s dreams sweet and sour
As everything’s moving within
With the force of our fright
Our bonds are made tight
As we’re locked in the cage of our dinny din, din
Dinny, din, din.