| Jimmy, his secret's out | |
| The one he locked inside and denied every word about | |
| He's guilty so his story claims | |
| Twisting in his seat he repeats alone his name | |
| Counting the words between his every line | |
| Searchin' miles and miles to define | |
| Just what it all means | |
| Jimmy, as quiet as a church mouse | |
| Painted every graphic scene but with few details | |
| His accomplice had made sure of this | |
| When she sealed it with a bedspring kiss | |
| And when her time had come to go | |
| Jimmy washed off the bloodstains form her clothes | |
| But with a needle in his vein | |
| He knew he could not explain | |
| Just what it all means | |
| Counting the words between his every line | |
| Searchin' miles and miles to define | |
| Just what it all means | |
| Counting the words between his every line | |
| Searchin' miles and miles to define | |
| Just what it all means | |
| Killing his time, a monkey in his vein | |
| He knew he could not explain | |
| Just what it all means | |
| Just what it all means |