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 the shit Plead the smiling for a while No, keep relaying the force It's the turning of tables It is the spinning of plates It is a joke in the paper Work the 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