Verve Pipe The F Word
I've got to get arrested
To keep you interested
And 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
And 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
And I got to get arrested
To keep you interested
I've got to get arrested
I got to get arrested
To keep you interested
I've got to get arrested
I got to get arrested
To keep you interested
I've got to get arrested
I got to get arrested
To keep you interested
I've got to get arrested
I've got to get arrested
