when i feel the sweetness of your scream
i help myself out and i let off the steam
so i hold you in great esteem
but against the stream, not extreme
and the noise level is growing in my mind
i think it's a kind of a grind
and a blind spot after the fight
it's a shocking trite
chorus:
more is good, more is great,
give me one last high
break the rules, take the leave,
show me that last high
you're a fool, but you're brave
so you think it's time
for that last greatest hit,
give us al that freight
it's likely to rain
denial and bland blame
overloaded with what you say
i stand the blow, you stay away
we're clinging like leeches
and listening to moving speeches
we are so strange
we are much blocked
it's kind of fucked
chorus