Lyrics Bad Brain - Beatsteaks

Bad Brain

Everyone is so kind as they waste my time
I will trade my mind for another
Rip my ticket to get over you
I feel sicker every time I try to prove
Grab my pocket while I stagger ahead
Can’t you see that I need this ticket everyone I know is a drag
What’s wrong with that boy again
What’s wrong with that boy again
What’s wrong with that boy again
What’s wrong with that boy again
Talk into my hand
And get, get, get out.
Yeah, get, get, get, get out
Everyone is so kind as they waste my time
I will trade my mind for another
Kick my habit with a punch to my head
Engineering tools to set me straight
Strike me harder to adjust the truth
For all to see trade apathy for remedy so I can feel for you
What’s wrong with that boy again
What’s wrong with that boy again
What’s wrong with that boy again
What’s wrong with that boy again
Talk into my hand
And get, get, get out.
Yeah, get, get, get, get out
Eyes wide open lips are dry
Mind’s forever doomed
I might be slightly overdressed
I’ll be finished soon
Check my cover save my soul
Be my lover take the blow
Acting so damn naturally
Hush little baby do you really think
What’s wrong with that boy again
What’s wrong with that boy again
It’s Roy with that bong again
What’s wrong with that boy again
Talk into my hand
And get, get, get out.
Yeah, get, get, get, get out
And get, get, get out.
Yeah, get, get, get, get out