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My heart is a-pumping, I've got sand in my mouth
I feel like I'm heading up to a cardiac arrest
I want to scream in the night, I want a manifest

I've got that wide awake, give and take
Five o'clock in the morning feeling
I've got the hots for the sluts
In the well thumbed pages of a magazine

I wanna drive, wanna drive like I do in the dreams
I've never really been in
I want to hump, want to jump, want to heat up
Cool down in a dream machine

Dreaming from the waist on down
I'm dreaming but I feel tired and bound
I'm dreaming of a day when a cold shower helps my health
Dreaming, dreaming of the day I can control myself

I drive like a priest and then I'm shooting dice
I'm burning tires with some guy whose hair is turning white
The girls that I pass, they're just ain't impressed
I'm too old to give up, but too young to rest

I've got that numb-to-a-thumb over-dubbed
Feeling social when the world is sleeping
Well, the plot starts to thicken
Then I sicken and I feel I'm cemented down

I'm so juiced that the whorey lady's
Sad sad story has me quietly weeping
But here comes the morning
Here comes the yawning demented clown

Dreaming from the waist on down
I'm dreaming but I feel tired and bound
I'm dreaming of a day when a cold shower helps my health
Dreaming, dreaming of the day I can control myself
The day I can control myself

My heart is a-pumping, I've got sand in my mouth
I feel like I'm heading up to a cardiac arrest