I got pepped up, I got wired I got free tickets, then I got tired I got organised and I did less I stayed inside, I did nothing I got proud of myself for one second But the guilt just bled right out of my ancient body
And I got ideas we can implement I got poems, got a whole instrument I got violence, I got peace I got friends and policemen
You don't need to feel this way You don't need to feel this way anymore
I got a face transplant near down by the river Got the shakes when I saw you, my heart, my lungs were his But my liver is bold, got the blues Got me begging for a holiday
But it's a hit beat, a shit beat, smiling for a while No, keep relaying the falls, it's the turning of tables It is the spinning of plates, it is a joke in the bedroom Work to shred ex-military models in the modern world
You don't need to feel this way You don't need to feel this way anymoreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
