The F Word

I've got to get arrested to keep you interested

I should have known that i can't change the world by staring at it

My arms have little feeling from lifting to the ceiling

A recipe for stealing hearts i have no power in healing


And i suppose the jesus pose is tired and superficial, lame

I wrote a song, i'm moving on, i'm praying you can do the same


I'm changing my direction making a correction

Oh my god, i've dodged the unexpected bullets behind accolades and

Shake your head of leisure get your head and body into seizure

And battle with whoever hides assault disguised as dancing


This rotting phase of hands that raise, bumping heads that pass each other

It's a boring phase, so part the wave and drop the dead as driftwood surfer


Another song, it all went wrong, the radio refused to play it

I'm not afraid to serenade, the f word saved and sucked the life from me


I've got to get arrested to keep you interested