Peppy Songtext
von Ball Park Music

I got pepped up, I got wired
I got free tickets, then I got tired
I got organised and I did less
I stayed inside, I did nothing
I got proud of myself for one second
But the guilt just bled right out of my ancient body

And I got ideas we can implement
I got poems, got a whole instrument
I got violence, I got peace
I got friends and policemen

You don′t need to feel this way
You don't need to feel this way anymore


I got a face transplant near down by the river
Got the shakes when I saw you
My heart, my lungs were his
But my liver is bold
Got the blues
Got me begging for a holiday

But it′s a hit, beat the shit
Plead the smiling for a while
No, keep relaying the force
It's the turning of tables
It is the spinning of plates
It is a joke in the paper
Work the shred
Ex-military models in the modern world

You don't need to feel this way
You don′t need to feel this way anymore