Fried

What you got is what you make it What you got What you got is what you make it What you got is what you make it Totally fried, totally cooked Totally fried and fucked up Been fourteen days and there's been no let up And there's no one here to pull my plug Now I'm gonna stop when I'm on my back I'm gonna stop when I collapse Oh, inside feels like a maze Outside, it's all a haze Man, I'm a greedy mess Must be those feeders Said I'm gonna clean up Man, gotta clean up What you got is what you make it What you got is what you make it What we have never seems to be enough You just gotta learn to fake it So I jump on a plane and I crash a car And I try to sleep with all the stars And all the other fakers were spick and span They came with their own insurance plans Well, I'm gonna stop when I'm on my back I'm gonna stop when I collapse Been twenty-one days and there's been no let up And there's no home I can call my own Ah, greedy mess, must be the feeders Said I'm gonna clean up Man, gotta clean up What you got is what you make it What you got is what you make it You can sit down, you can beat yourself up But you know what you should be thinking? What you got is what you make it What you got is what you make it And what we have is what we make it You just gotta learn to fake it (What you got is what you make it) Come on, come on, come on (What you got is what you make it) Come on, come on, come on, come on (What you got is what you make it) You just gotta learn to fake it