I'm doing very well
I can block out the present and the past now
I know by now you think I should have straightened myself out
Thank you, drop dead
Oh, something is squeezing my skull
Something I can barely describe
There is no love in modern life
I'm doing very well
It's a miracle I've even made it this far
The motion of taxis excite me
When you peel it back and bite me?
Oh, something is squeezing my skull
Something I can barely describe
There is no hope in modern life
Oh, something is squeezing my skull
Something I can't fight
No true friends in modern life
Diazapam... that's Valium
Temazepam, Lithium
HRT, ECT... how long must I stay on this stuff?
Don't give any more...
Don't give any more...
Don't give any more...
Don't give any more...
Please don't give any more...
Don't give any more...
Don't give any more...
You swore you would not give any more...
Don't give any more...
Don't give any more...
Don't give any more...
Please don't give any more...
Don't give any more...
Don't give any more...
You swore you would not give any more...
Don't give any more...
Don't give any more...
Don't give any more...
Give any more etc...
You swore etc...
Would not give any more etc...
Writer(s): Alain Whyte, Steven Morrissey
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