Well I'm running on the things I've lost,
Still nobody here knows my name,
They also don't know the goddamn cost,
Staring at the ceiling the sun rises again,
Pretzelled stomach and brain,
Well the panic sets in when you're dozing my friend,
It's probably best if you just stay woke in the end,
No, not again!
Ooh ahh!
I'm a heavy freight train headed for a,
Breakdown,
No, not again!
These days I don't feel my all,
And the pressure's on, the pressure's on
Losing sleep for things that I can't control
And the pressure's on,
The pressure's on,
The pressure's on,
The pressure's on,
I'm running round in circles,
Try not to fall down,
Well it hurts like a bitch when you get hit,
With the deprecating hand's of self doubt,
No, not again!
Ooh ahh!
I'm a heavy freight train headed for a,
Breakdown,
No, not again!
