Spoon Out My Eyeballs Lyrics - Benjamin Booker - Benjamin Booker

I would listen to the radio if I liked songs produced by 40 year olds 

In high tech studios in the Valley 

Give me something that I can tap my toes to 

And scream at the top of my lungs 

'Til it sounded like I've been smoking from the day that I was born 

And you know that I would clap my hands until they're red 

And sacrifice my body to the beat of the drum 

Sonic rounds would spoon out my eyeballs 

And my feet would be glued to the floor 

My head was high then 

Higher than today 

It was easy to believe in something 

When I didn't know a Goddamn thing 

I close my eyelids 

And wait for the clouds to part 

And the sun to shine on me 

Do you remember April 17th? 

When I lost my shit and a couple of teeth 

And I said "Oh, God" I need someone to help me 

Keep moving on my feet 

It's getting harder to be real