Black Queen Is Dynamite

Common baby touch the screen Come through the screen of my old black and white TV I can't taste this I can't let you Are you walking alone? Is it all in your rigid head? All this madness you drag Now you're totally grown But the storm in your weary head Fills the room that is not for two Not for you Not for your eyes boy Are you walking alone? Is it all in your rigid head? All this madness your drag