Oh ee oh

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 [bad word] 
It’s the perfume of excess I think

Oh ee oh

It was purple but the season’s changed

Now the ?clob? [bad word] 
And the smiles have all been prearranged

Let’s go out and get baconed

In [bad word] [bad word] 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

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It’s a stroke of luck you can plug me in

If I stink of [bad word] 
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