All you need to is catch menWhen I'm back on the real scenenAnd all the things that I don't donJust make me laugh, because they irritate younnAnd what you don't knownAin't gonna hurt younWhile you don't knownAnd what you can't seenAin't gonna kill younUntil you find outnnI think we're all tarred with the same brushnIt's not so easy to get in between us,nI think we're tired of the same thingsnLike being locked out when the phone rings