give it all that you've got
And don't you start slowing down
till the clock hands stop
want you to get on your knees
To take a fistful of beans
Yeah! They're tellin' tall visions
Adam Gage, you're a millionaire
You watch the suits, prostitute,
Christ, they're even golden grass,
I want no part of your life
Oh, let myself go, get out of control
I'm feeling a whole lot better
I'm feeling a whole lot better
I let myself go and get out of control
I'm feeling a whole lot better
I'm feeling a whole lot better
Meanwhile, I was there thinking
Well, the world that I've heard
it seems we're down and even safe
Cause when you're dead and gone,
I wanna dance upon your grave
Oh, let myself go, get out of control
I'm feeling a whole lot better
Start feeling a whole lot better
I let myself go, get out of control
I'm feeling a whole lot better