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 anymore