Can't explain
Can’t explain
Nothin’ seems to be goin’ right
Can’t explain
Nothin’ seems to be goin’ right
*Well now you wake up in the mornin’
Find your poor self dead
Well now you wake up in the mornin’
Find your poor self dead
What a shame
You always wanna start a fight
Can’t explain
You always wanna start a fight
(* repeat)
Let it go, what I say, yeah
Can’t explain
You always wanna start a fight
Can’t explain
You always wanna start a fight
(* repeat)
Let it go, one more time, yeah
Nothin’ seems to be goin’ right
Can’t explain
Nothin’ seems to be goin’ right
*Well now you wake up in the mornin’
Find your poor self dead
Well now you wake up in the mornin’
Find your poor self dead
What a shame
You always wanna start a fight
Can’t explain
You always wanna start a fight
(* repeat)
Let it go, what I say, yeah
Can’t explain
You always wanna start a fight
Can’t explain
You always wanna start a fight
(* repeat)
Let it go, one more time, yeah
Agitated
Oh, I'm so agitated, so agitated
Run through a washing machine, agitated,
I'm so agitated, I'm so convoluted
I don't know what I know, but I'd just like to shoot it
It's five a.m. and I'm crawling the walls, waiting for imaginary telephone calls
You know what I think, I think the whole world stinks, and I don't need no shrink, I just hate it
Sometimes I think I'd be better off dead, just like my cousin Fred.
Run through a washing machine, agitated,
I'm so agitated, I'm so convoluted
I don't know what I know, but I'd just like to shoot it
It's five a.m. and I'm crawling the walls, waiting for imaginary telephone calls
You know what I think, I think the whole world stinks, and I don't need no shrink, I just hate it
Sometimes I think I'd be better off dead, just like my cousin Fred.
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