I want to, I want to be someone else or I’ll explode
Floating upon the surface for
The birds, the birds, the birds
You want me, well fucking well come and find me
I’ll be waiting with a gun and a pack of sandwiches
And nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
You want me, well, come on and break the door down
You want me, fucking come on and break the door down
I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready
I’m ready
I can’t describe the pressure of the hype
Another show they’ll have your vein opened up again
But it’s all the same they way they sell the game
Sucking out the feeling so you’ll never win
Overload…in stereo…I’m sweating like a talk show host tonight
Overload…in stereo…I’m sweating like a talk show host tonight
Despite the high that tends to come out live
The repetition seems to grab the flare away
The radio it seems so shady oh
I’ll never hear myself just quite the same again
Overload…in stereo…I’m sweating like a talk show host tonight
Overload…in stereo…I’m sweating like a talk show host tonight
I’ll see you on the way down
Overload…in stereo…I’m sweating like a talk show host tonight
Overload…in stereo…I’m sweating like a talk show host tonight
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight
Tonight
I want to
I want to be someone else or i’ll explode
Floating upon this surface for the birds
The birds
The birds
You want me?
Fucking well come and find me
I’ll be waiting
With a gun and a pack of sandwiches
And nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
You want me?
Well come and break the door down
You want me?
Fucking come and break the door down
I’m ready
I’m ready
I’m ready
I’m ready
I’m ready
