Peppy

I got pepped up, I got wired

I got free tickets, then I got tired

I got organised and I did less

I stayed inside, I did nothing

I got proud of myself for one second

But the guilt just bled right out of my ancient body

And I got ideas we can implement

I got poems, got a whole instrument

I got violence, I got peace

I got friends and policemen

You don't need to feel this way

You don't need to feel this way anymore

I got a face transplant near down by the river

Got the shakes when I saw you

My heart, my lungs were his

But my liver is bold

Got the blues

Got me begging for a holiday

But it's a hit, beat the shit

Plead the smiling for a while

No, keep relaying the force

It's the turning of tables

It is the spinning of plates

It is a joke in the paper

Work the shred

Ex-military models in the modern world

You don't need to feel this way

You don't need to feel this way anymore