Ballyhoo

Hurry up, hurry up, get moving Just to fall down again I'm looking like a jerk, looking like a jerk And I'm feeling like a lunatic Fuck it up, live it up, and give up Stay-at-home wanderlust I'm gonna lollygag in a sleeping bag I'm as useless as a drum and a crippled ballerina Some days I'm reaching for a blade, I gotta let it go Sometimes I'm reaching for a knife, I gotta let it go So no hard feelings, climb the ceiling Madness, ballyhoo Yeah Yeah Listen up, listen, I've been drinking Touched by the hand of luck I'm waiting on the sun, waiting on the sun Like a star that is blowing up It's a curse, it's at worst a blessing God and his only son Ah, mama raised the bomb, chewing bubblegum With a head full of trouble and a lesser main offender Some days I'm reaching for a blade, I gotta let it go Sometimes I'm reaching for a knife, I gotta let it go So no hard feelings, climb the ceiling Madness, ballyhoo ♪♪♪ Some days I'm reaching for a blade, I gotta let it go Sometimes I'm reaching for a knife, I gotta let it go Some days I'm reaching for a blade, I gotta let it go Sometimes I'm reaching for a knife, I gotta let it go So no hard feelings, climb the ceiling Madness, ballyhoo Yeah Yeah