Woke up this morning desperation A.M.
What I've been saying, won't say them again
My heads not empty, it's full with my brain
The thoughts I'm thinking like piss down a drain

And I feel like a beetle on its back
And there's no way for me to get up
Love'll get you like a case of Anthrax
And that's something I don't want to catch

Ought to control what I do to my mind
Nothing in there but sunshades for the blind
Only yesterday I said to myself
The things I'm doing aren't good for my health

And I feel like a beetle on its back
And there's no way for me to get up
Love'll get you like a case of Anthrax
And that's something I don't want to catch

Love'll get you like a case of Anthrax
And that's something I don't want to catch
Love'll get you like a case of Anthrax
And that's something I don't want to catch

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Writer(s): Andrew James Dalrymple Gill, David Geoffrey Allen, Hugo Hamilton Mark Burnham, Kenneth George King