Ballyhoo

Hurry up, hurry up, get moving

Just to fall down again

I'm looking like a jerk, looking like a jerk

And I'm feeling like a lunatic

Fuck it up, live it up, and give up

Stay-at-home wanderlust

I'm gonna lollygag in a sleeping bag

I'm as useless as a drum and a crippled ballerina

Some days I'm reaching for a blade, I gotta let it go

Sometimes I'm reaching for a knife, I gotta let it go

So no hard feelings, climb the ceiling

Madness, ballyhoo

Yeah

Yeah

Listen up, listen, I've been drinking

Touched by the hand of luck

I'm waiting on the sun, waiting on the sun

Like a star that is blowing up

It's a curse, it's at worst a blessing

God and his only son

Ah, mama raised the bomb, chewing bubblegum

With a head full of trouble and a lesser main offender

Some days I'm reaching for a blade, I gotta let it go

Sometimes I'm reaching for a knife, I gotta let it go

So no hard feelings, climb the ceiling

Madness, ballyhoo

Some days I'm reaching for a blade, I gotta let it go

Sometimes I'm reaching for a knife, I gotta let it go

Some days I'm reaching for a blade, I gotta let it go

Sometimes I'm reaching for a knife, I gotta let it go

So no hard feelings, climb the ceiling

Madness, ballyhoo

Yeah

Yeah