Testo Ballyhoo

Hurry up, hurry up, get moving
Just to fall down again
I'm looking like a jerk, looking like a jerk
And I'm feeling like a lunatic
Fuck it up, live it up, and give up
Stay-at-home wanderlust
I'm gonna lollygag in a sleeping bag
I'm as useless as a drum and a crippled ballerina
Some days I'm reaching for a blade, I gotta let it go
Sometimes I'm reaching for a knife, I gotta let it go
So no hard feelings, climb the ceiling
Madness, ballyhoo

Yeah
Yeah

Listen up, listen, I've been drinking
Touched by the hand of luck
I'm waiting on the sun, waiting on the sun
Like a star that is blowing up
It's a curse, it's at worst a blessing
God and his only son Ah, mama raised the bomb, chewing bubblegum
With a head full of trouble and a lesser main offender

Some days I'm reaching for a blade, I gotta let it go
Sometimes I'm reaching for a knife, I gotta let it go
So no hard feelings, climb the ceiling
Madness, ballyhoo

Some days I'm reaching for a blade, I gotta let it go
Sometimes I'm reaching for a knife, I gotta let it go
Some days I'm reaching for a blade, I gotta let it go
Sometimes I'm reaching for a knife, I gotta let it go
So no hard feelings, climb the ceiling
Madness, ballyhoo

Yeah
Yeah