Thrown Around

Getting to my wealth

Is getting to my health

Couldn't be myself for long

Getting to my wealth

Everything that's right

Everything that's right is wrong

As an animal

Programmed or it's not programmed

There's a gun in the small of my back

An itch that you can't scratch

That takes me all

Takes me all over the world

Gets me thrown around

Gets me thrown around

Gets thrown around

I live for a call back

History loves to rhyme

So I look to the past

For everything lasting

Gets me thrown around

Gets me thrown around

Gets thrown around

Gets thrown around

It's an itch that Nietsche can't reach

The vicar can't preach

The guru can't teach

It's all at my feet

The need to be seen

Is turning us green

I find and they keep

They're living my dream

I live on my screen

They're skimming my cream

But they take me all over the world

Thrown around

Gets thrown around

Gets me thrown around

Gets me thrown around

I'm familiar like the cold

Like a bursting pipe

Like a bar fight

I'm familiar like a late train

Like the sentiment

Of a film I've seen again and again

And again and again in my mind

In my mind