Thrown Around

Getting to my wealth is getting to my health
I couldn't be myself for long
Getting to my wealth
Everything that's right
Everything that's right is wrong
As an animal
Programmed or it's not programmed
There's a gun in the small of my back
An itch that you can't scratch that takes me all
Takes me all over the world
Gets me thrown around
Gets me thrown around
(Gets me thrown around)
(Gets you thrown around)
(Around, around, around)
(Around, around, around, around)
(Around, around, around, around)
I live for a call back, history loves to rhyme
So I look to the past for everything lasting
Gets me thrown around
Gets me thrown around
(Around, around, around, around)
(Around, around, around, around)
It's an itch that Nietzsche can't reach
The vicar can't preach, the guru can't teach
It's all at my feet
The need to be seen is turning us green
I find and they keep, they're living my dream
I live on my screen, they're skimming my cream
But they take me all over the world
Thrown around, oh
Gets me thrown around
Gets me thrown around
I'm familiar like the cold
Like a bursting pipe, like a bar fight
I'm familiar like a late train
Like the sentiment of a film I've seen again and again
And again and again in my mind,
In my mind