I'm not doin' fine
i'm desicratin' lives
i boned a phone booth on a lady shaky heinous crimes
mailin' heads i do for bored, singin' "psyc on over board"
and
I'm bored
still bored
i'm so bored

i've got a funny little feeling
my arms are shaking like a lighning rod, yeah
I Can and fall right though the ceiling
and sink my teeth until the feelings gone, yeah

oh i'm the slow move guy
no time for swatin flies
a fleas and
beeze neeze, eze
and g string season
leaves them funny little feelin'
lick it dry
one dead
just who am i
busy morning
teenage boys
trends and style with high heels on
hey where has my life gone
ain't done anything i wrong
according to my list
i still got so many musicians to kill
we'll kill until i fill my last bill
for finally standin' still

i've got a funny little feeling
my arms are shaking like a lighning rod, yeah
I Can and fall right though the ceiling
and sink my teeth until the feelings gone, yeah

i've got a funny little feeling
my arms are shaking like a lighning rod, yeah
I Can and fall right though the ceiling
and sink my teeth until the feelings gone, yeah

i've got a funny little feeling
my arms are shaking like a lighning rod, yah
I Can and fall right though the ceiling
and sink my teeth until the feelings gone, yah

i've got a funny little
i've got a funny little
i've got a funny little
i've got a funny little feelin'
i've got a funny little
i've got a funny little
i've got a funny little feelin'
feelin'
feelin'