I got my head checked By a jumbo jet It wasn't easy But nothing is, no When I feel heavy metal And I'm pins and I'm needles When I'm lying I'm easy
Waiting, got no time to hide in The country got a hold of my soul TV's dead And there ain't no war in my head now And you seem very beautiful to me Sleeping
What am I to do Someone here is really not happy Put myself on a line It seems I never got through to you So I wean myself off slowly I'm a darkened
I left my street I'm a guillotine Pullin' away, in my machine Where have I been now? Not you Shootin' stars in my left arm It's an alcohol low Givin'
Give me good times Give me saliva Give me fever I'm a believer, yeah, yeah Give me insane Give me space brain Give me music, give me love Abandon us
, the day is gone, today is gone Go to a store, to the golf floor A cowboy?s song, a cowboy?s song You?re the one, you?re the one A cowboy?s song, you
Disingenious and tame Everybody makes mistakes, sometimes Woodpigeon in strip light Does it every night It's a feeling that's around It's a feeling
Waiting, got no time to hide in the country got a hold of my soul TV?s dead And there aint no war in my head.. now And you seem very beautiful to me
I got my head checked By a jumbo jet It wasn't easy But nothing is, no When I feel heavy metal And I'm pins and I'm needles Well I lie and I'm easy All
What am I to do Someone is really unhappy Put myself on the knife It seems I never got through to you So I'll wean myself off slowly I'm a darkened soul
Gimme good times Gimme soul life Give me fever I'm a believer Give me anything Gimme space brain Gimme music, gimme love I've never seen love Gimme
I live my stream I'm a guillotine pull it away in my machine. Where have I been? I'm not you. Shooting stars in my left arm It's an alcohol low Giving
When he speaks to her Without looking at her You sing the driest of words With his mind on what's on the telly The rumors pass on As he staggers through
Picked up the girl And he sailed around the world Why not? What else have you got? If you're not anyone that I like Love will give me the moon Whoops
You try then suffer Unemic birth-er Gets in the way-ey He never earns her Wohoo 'Cause he did run it easy Wohoo If I will do the same Wohoo 'Cause you
Wassail, wassail all over the town Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree With the wassailing bowl,
Disingenious and tame Everybody makes mistakes, sometimes CHORUS: Woodpigeon in strip light Does it every night It's a feeling that's around (x2) REPEAT
