I ain't go no outfits to pick and choose
So I really ain't got that much to lose
Picture's getting fuzzy and it's stuck on channel 3
And the whole thing looks pretty silly to me
50,000 more and I'm out of the red
Heavy Metal thrash band, it's all a bunch of shit
People trying to name me while I'm trying to do my bit
I ain't got the patience or the time to waste
Call me a rock star you can spit in my face
Gonna take a horse to drag me outta my bed
I'd rather hang with drunks than hang out with myself
Well, the booze is over there take a glass off the shelf
If you ain't had enough by tomorrow at noon
we're gonna place a call to the Boneyard Crew
Went to sleep at home and woke up in a shed
Oh … son of a bitch!(Feels so good, feels so good!)
I woke up, today,
To the sound of,
Singing birds.
And my ears
Were playing,
With these simple inspiration words:
You know it feels, so good,
Just to feel, yeah-yeah,
Oh it feels, so good,
Just to feel, yeah-yeah.
La-la, la la la la la, oh-oh,
La-la-la-la, la la la la la, oh-oh,
La-la-la-la-la, laa la-la-la-la, oh oh oh,
(Feels so good, feels so good!
Feels so good, oh, feels so good!)
Now when I heard, the word,
something's going down
And I feel
Like a bird
In the sky! In the sky!...
(fades out at this point)