Throwing up the breakfast
Feeling deadly sick
Million dwarves inside my head
Hammering nails so deep

Her voice is like a big plane
Ready to take off
I would sew yer mouth shut
If I had a chance to

And it feels like
And it feels like
And it feels like I'm not well
Though I'm quite sure
Yes I'm quite sure
That I'm doing it again my dear

Please don't keep me hanging
No don't shake me now
I'd prefer to lie around
And dond behave at all

Walking by the bright side
Good old vitamine
First refuse but can't resist
And up we go again

And it feels like
And it feels like
And it feels like I'm not well
Though I'm quite sure
Yes I'm quite sure
That I'm doing it again my dear