Straight Life - Therapy?

Fuck life!

My tongue is twisted from talkin'

My feet are blistered from walkin’alone

My head is burstin’with thoughts

And every bruise looks so familiar

This city’s buzzin’with bastards

Cancer tans and platic disasters

Wannabees and users and makers

Impotents and shake city fakers

So don’t tell me, everything’s alright

And don’t include me in your straight life

And don’t tell me, everything’s alright

In your straight life

My system’s sick with poison

Hearts bitter joys are jumpin'

Far away from better days

And every beat feels so familiar

My arms are fed up reaching

My voice is through of breakin'

Myself, I’m sick of reason

Every bruise feels so familiar

So don’t tell me, everything’s alright

And don’t include me in your straight life

So don’t tell me, everything’s alright

In your straight life

So don’t tell me, everything’s alright

And don’t include me in your straight life

So don’t tell me, everything’s alright

In your straight life

So don’t tell me, everything’s alright

And don’t include me in your straight life

Don’t tell me, everything’s alright

In your straight life

So don’t tell me, everything’s alright

And don’t include me in your straight life

So don’t tell me, everything’s alright

In your straight life

So don’t tell me, everything’s alright

And don’t include me in your straight life

So don’t tell me, everything’s alright

In your straight life

Straight life, in your straight life, in your straight life,

in your straight life, in your straight life,

in your straight life, in your straight life,

in your straight life, in your straight life