Do you think, everything, everyone, is going mental, It seems to me that it's spiralling outta control and it's inevitable, Now don't you think, This time is yours, this time is mine, Its temperamental, It seems to me, we're on all fours, Crawling on our knees, Someone help us please
Riding through the city on my bike all day Cause the filth took away my licence It doesn't get me down and I feel ok Cause the sights that I'm seeing are priceless
Everything seems to look as it should But I wonder what goes on behind doors A fella looking dapper, but he's sittin with a slapper Then I see it's a pimp and his crack whore
Alright so this is a song about anyone, it could be anyone. You're just doing your own thing and some one comes out the blue, They're like, "Alright" He's saying, "Yeah can I take your digits?" And you're like, "no not in a million years, you're nasty please leave me alone."
When you first left me I was wanting more But you were doing that girl next door, what ja do that for When you first left me I didn't know what to say I never been on my own that way, just sat by myself all day
I was so lost back then But with a little help from my friends I found a light in the tunnel at the end Now you're calling me up on the phone So you can have a little whine and a moan And it's only because you're feeling alone