In my arms and my legs and my hips and my shoulders
And my neck to my feet in my brain lets
Must I shout to be heard
Heard by you and your kind
In your offices all around listen up for a
It's a weird feeling friend
I can't understand it at all
Speak of me when I'm dead with your hand on my face
All those memories that besot you where's a life looser?

It's a weird fucking feeling friend
And I don't wish it upon no one
In the morning when we wake
We go down to the place
When we get there we kick a ball
We kick a ball in the car
Said it'd make me feel alright
Said it'd make me feel alright. Feel alright
Put a little smile on my face

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Kassner Associated Publishers Ltd
Writer(s): DOMINIC JOSEPH GREENSMITH, GARY PAUL STRINGER, JOHN DAVID BESSANT, KENWYN JOHN HOUSE