Get in, get in, it feels like its almost time

Acting like this you know you’ll get the first prize

Sickness makes us larger than life

This makes us larger, larger



Here is a message for your phone

Wanted you to know

This is getting out of hand



Drinking, drinking, I’m feeling all so slow now

Waiting, waiting, for that feeble last round

This all makes us smaller than life

This makes us smaller, smaller



Here is a message for your phone

Wanted you to know

This is getting out of hand

Here is a note then for your book

Open up and take a look

This side is filled with lies



Be what you want to be

When your doing what you do

Feel what you want to feel

When your coming so unglued 

Do not make you answer

Speak your thoughts right now



Here is a message for your phone

Wanted you to know (wanted you to know)

This is getting out of hand

Here is a note then for your book

Open up and take a look

This side is filled with lies



Here is a message for your

Here is a note then for your

This is getting, this is getting out