have gone berserkI cannot keep upTreading on people's toesSnot-nosed

Been thinking about youYour records a hitYour eyes are on my

want you to knowHe's not coming backLook into my

had these jeans since I was bornAnd now they're

areThe sun and moon and stars are youI could

got wings, I got arms, I got shrinksI got

the next world warA jackknifed juggernautI am born

don't want to be crippled and crackedShoulders, wrists, knees,

1. Lift2. Follow Me Around3. Big Boots (aka Man o’ War)4.

We're the orchestra to your boardAnd we beg for the scraps

comes the floodHere comes the floodHere comes the flood(Here comes

green plastic watering canFor a fake Chinese rubber plantIn

there, that's not meThat there. that's not me (I

is what you getThis is what you getWhen you mess

A heart that's full up like a landfillA job that slowly

I've fallen out of bed from a long and vivid

Red wine and sleeping pillsHelp me get back to your armsLong

motorways, and tram-linesStarting and then stoppingTaking off and landingThe

heart that's full up like a landfillA job that

the spokesI don't wanna say it, say it, say itOh