Go, alright
We walk it straight and narrow
We take this path straight to hell
We want a quick solution
We put ourselves inside a pill
Damnation, salvation, can't see a difference anyway
We get so medicated that we don't even care
We've got to be put to rest
After we're born to death
You see I just met you
And now I'm trying to forget you
I get so disconnected
I lose my love everyday
I lose it on the street and freak out
Well, I don't know what to say
I don't know, I don't know what to say
I don't know where to begin
I know I don't belong
Out of the law
We've got to be put to rest
After we're born to death
Gravity makes a sound
Pills mean, so get ill, get infected
No sweat, just give us injections
If you feel sentimental
Deleted memory, nothing special
And you see I just met you
And now I'm trying to forget you
Fuck you, I'm temperamental
Self defense is fundamental
We fight to feel alright
We fight to feel alright
We fight to feel alright
We fight to feel alright
We fight to feel alright
We fight to feel alright
We fight to feel alright
We fight to feel, we fight
Artist: Blues Traveler
Artist: Duane Eddy
Artist: Unlv