Hysteria's beatin' me down
Burning my feet just walking around
Mania makin' me sweat
Burning my feet just walking around
Mania makin' me sweat
Despair's getting close, hasn't got me yet
Hope's sittin' on the beach
Her motives talkin' to me but she's out of reach
Her motives talkin' to me but she's out of reach
She's tryin' hard to make me convert
But Gloom's really tryin' to rub my face in the dirt
But Gloom's really tryin' to rub my face in the dirt
Panic's talkin' to me, tryin' to trade my blues
Thick smoke, tryin' to smile through
I never thought this much could happen playin' me for a fool
Thick smoke, tryin' to smile through
I never thought this much could happen playin' me for a fool
No, I can't dance, I can't walk
Only thing about me's' how my writing's talk
No, I can't dance, I can't sing
I'm just sittin' here spilling everything
No, I can't dance, I can't sing
I'm just sittin' here spilling everything
Oh, and checking everythin' is in place
You never know who's lookin' on
So much more behind this painted face (mm, hmm.)
