Hear mercy, I feel like cannon fodder I'm
fighting back hard like a salmon in the headwater
Just out of range,
snaking through the side streets
There ain't no telling exactly
who you're gonna meet
There goes a sous -chef
looking for his first born
Next to a man that heals a blind with a
French horn
I need a reason to believe
I need some air to breathe
I need a shot of white light straight in the arm
I love you baby,
you're my good luck charm
Summer love,
it don't get worse now
Everybody's checking out my hearse now
I feel funny,
I'm walking with the ropes
Can't try to get a suntan
down by the whole day
Look out
Johnny, stop messing with the headset
Don't be depressed,
the music ain't dead yet
I need a reason to believe
I need some air to breathe
I need a shot of white light
straight in the palm
I love you, baby,
you're my good luck charm
Every
Tuesday seems like a
Monday
I know I'd get to you
somehow one day
I'm trying to catch up to the
owners of the high rise
You shoot your mother,
but you seem a little gun -shy
If the truth is just a fabrication
Have a cigar and watch the sensation
Touchdown, I just crossed the end zone
Right now, I need to get a ride home
I need a reason to believe
I need some air to breathe
I need a shot of white light
Straight in the arm
I love you baby, you're my good luck charm
Thank