Oh ee oh
Am I just about to lose my mind?
It was fun for five minutes
But I preferred it when I had less time
And I’m sick of sensation
It’s a stroke of luck you can plug me in
If I stink of frustration
It’s the perfume of excess I think
Oh ee oh
It was purple but the season’s changed
Now the ?clob? is complacent
And the smiles have all been prearranged
Let’s go out and get baconed
In the complex crush of the fake and floored
But we think that we hate it
We hate it more when we just stay bored
We want to
I don’t want to do any of this
Without you
Ah-ah-uh-ah-hhh
We want to
I don’t want to do any of this
Without you
Ah-ah-uh-ah-hhh
Oh ee oh
I invented life of open doors
And ?rejade? is gold plated
And the shamrock friends I can’t afford
And I’m sick of sensation
It’s a stroke of luck you can plug me in
If I stink of frustration
It’s the perfume of excess I think
We want to
I don’t want to do any of this
Without you
Ah-ah-uh-ah-hhh
We want to
I don’t want to do any of this
Without you
Ah-ah-uh-ah-hhh
We want to
I don’t want to do any of this
Without you
Ahhhhhhhh
We want to
I don’t want to do any of this
Without you
Ah-ah-uh-ah-hhh
We want to
I don’t want to do any of this
Without you
Ah-ah-uh-ah-hhh
We want to
We want to
I don’t want to do any of this
Without you
Ahhhhhhhh
We want to
Ahhhhhhhh
