Hurry up, hurry up get moving just to fall down again
I’m looking like a jerk, looking like a jerk and I’m feeling like a lunatic
Fuck it up
Live it up and give up
Stay at home wanderlust
I’m gonna lollygag in a sleeping bag. I’m as useless as a drum and a cripple ballerina.
Some days I’m reaching for a blade. I gotta let it go.
Sometimes I’m reaching for a knife. I gotta let it go.
So no hard feelings, climb the ceiling, madness, ballyhoo
Yeah yeah
Listen up listen I’ve been drinking, touched by the hand of luck
I’m waiting on the sun, waiting on the sun like a star that is blowing up
It’s a curse. It’s the worst a blessing God and his only son ah mama raised the bomb
chewing bubblegum. With a head full of trouble as a lesser main offender
Some days I’m reaching for a blade. I gotta let it go.
Sometimes I’m reaching for a knife. I gotta let it go.
So no hard feelings, climb the ceiling, madness ballyhoo