Southern Culture on the Skids Follow

My brain is numb, no sense at all, don't feel real
Come down on the street take it on the city bus
Wait in the check out line just a bit too much

Days and hours, months slip by, what do you want?
Who can it be? But it's time to die, I got to know
You got me feelin' so high but it's just not right
Fed up, frustrated and low down

Said I feel so stuck, want something else, baby
Oh, so very much, pair of eyes, they lookin' back at me
Daring me to think about it freeze and stop and do it again
Baby, the way you do, what you did back then

Baby, you got me now, got me feelin' so high
With that bad shit, fed up, frustrated and low down
Fed up, frustrated and low down

Been meaning to tell you just how it feels
Tear walls down, left to dry, draggin' on my heels
Now is the time to lose all self-control
Think about all the garbage in your brain hole

I want to scream but got to keep quiet
I got you now, you got me feelin' alright
Baby, baby, I wanna tell you about it
Fed up, frustrated and low down
Fed up, frustrated and low down

My brain is numb, no sense at all, don't feel real
Come down on the street take it on the city bus