Letra

I'm doing very well I can block out the present and the past now I know by now you think I should have straightened myself out Thank you, drop dead Oh, something is squeezing my skull Something I can barely describe There is no love in modern life I'm doing very well It's a miracle I even made it this far The motion of taxis excite me When you peel it back and bite me? Oh, something is squeezing my skull Something I can barely describe There is no hope in modern life Oh, something is squeezing my skull Something I can't fight No true friends in modern life Diazapam, that's Valium Temazepam, Lithium HRT, ECT How long must I stay on this stuff? Don't give anymore Don't give anymore Don't give anymore Don't give anymore Please don't give anymore Don't give anymore Don't give anymore You swore you would not give anymore Don't give anymore Don't give anymore Don't give anymore Please don't give anymore Don't give anymore Don't give anymore You swore you would not give anymore Don't give anymore Don't give anymore Don't give anymore Give anymore, give anymore, give anymore Give anymore, give anymore, give anymore, give anymore You swore, you swore, you swore You swore you would not give anymore Give anymore, give anymore, give anymore Give anymore, give anymore, give anymore, give anymore
Writer(s): Alain Gordon Whyte, Steven Morrissey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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