Fidgety

Yes, I was young, and wound, and prideful

And said, over, by lots of folks

I was wild and weird and fidgety

They all seen it comin’ for me

I pay the high, high cost of low living

Paid in full, my friends

I pay the high, high, high cost of low, low, low, living

Paid in full, my friends, in full

Paid in full, my friend

Hidden in the wind

Voices whisperin’

Gonna be a reapin’

Death don’t want to live

A man a breath of clay

Death to just today

Don’t’ matter how ya,

Don’t matter how ya lived

Your soul will wash away

Call it what you will now

Look around

Lookin’ as how

Cloud city

Peek-a-boo

Things seem fine to me

I’m getting loose