Brad Roberts şarkı sözleri

I'm all freaked out I'm all tweaked out I'm being chased by insects And I wanna eat my cigarettes I can't hang out I'm all strung out I've got to grab me by the throat I've got to herd me like a goat A cigarette is all you get So hold your fire, don't light it yet I'm all mixed up I gotta fix me up I wanna pull my tongue out And turn my nostrils inside out I'm all dried up I'm all fried up I wanna burn things now and then If I've been talkin' to businessmen A cigarette is all you get So hold your fire, don't light it yet I'm all shook up I wanna get hooked up I wanna listen to Elvis I wanna shake my pelvis I wanna take the train downtown I wanna hear some Junior Brown I wanna move my groovy hips I wanna bite my shaky lips A cigarette is all you get So hold your fire, don't light it yet