It's dead out here in the day time
Zero missed calls and I'm feeling fine
Though the weather's sublime, yeah the weathers sublime
Can't stop forcing the rhyme
F*ck
You need to keep yourself in check
You seem a million more times angst than the rest
Yeah, you're ticking away, so let me hear you say
You're gonna be alright, yeah you'll be alright
She's wearing blue suede
But one look from her will ruin your day
She's a trap for the desperate, a shortcut to hell
And if you got' bottle then give her a bell
Well, consider my advice
I hope that you relax at the end of the night
You may have your ways, but they won't work on me
Because I'm calm like a bomb so don't try me
Go f*ck yourself
I wish you good health