Wasted Feelings Video (MV)

Wasted feelings
Wasted feelings

Spit them all out
Spit them on the floor
All those big doubts
Spit them on the ground
I keep asking
What am I here for
To shut my big mouth
And kick it on the floor
Kick it on the floor

I get my freak on
One leg at a time
You grow your hair long
You tie it in a bun
I keep asking
Where I can find some fun
Where the art stars
Where they go to hit home runs
Where they hit home runs

Pow

Morning broke the afterglow
And the sun's creeping through the blinds
Cheap ray bans, wandering hands
I got fifty cents left in dimes
What can I say to you I remember,
The cabbie claimed that he read minds
I'm gonna find my clothes and walk back home
Cause public transit's in decline

Can we get brunch?

We could throw a party where nobody even cares
We could throw a party and invite Denis Coderre
Dancing on the table with our hands up in the air
Dancing on the table with our hands up on the mayor
We could throw a party where nobody even cares
We could throw a party and invite Denis Coderre
Dancing on the table, maybe he will break a chair
So get back up on the table with the motherf*cking mayor
With the mayor

Wasted feelings
Wasted feelings