I was built without a brain, and simply designed to scare
I'm not here to build on love and I can't make myself care

Maybe I don't have a heart, perhaps the tin man's a thief
I'm not sure what I can do
To obtain some sweet relief

I'm too scared to work on things, cowardly like that large cat
And when I meet the wizard here, I can ask him to fix that

But I'd also like to ask him if he could send me home
I have way too many wishes, and I'm feeling rather thrown