Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mid July Mania, artist - Mad HappyDate of issue: 12.02.2007
Song language: English
Mid July Mania |
| Beat, can’t sleep summer heat and the blurry vision |
| very weary bleary eyed tried by the television |
| news shows cop shows paid advertisements |
| late night religious nut’s spiritual advising |
| sending me in to a skeptic’s fit |
| like the end is nigh, and i think i’m down for it who the hell is president? |
| what does he do? |
| what does it mean |
| vote for x — it’s all the same, rearrange the balls an’chains |
| as if it really mattered |
| another night thinkin how to change the world |
| Lows are so low so when i get up i wanna |
| Lows are so low so when i get up i wanna |
| Lows are so low so when i get up i wanna |
| Lows are so low so when i get up i wanna hold it Words keep oozing out of me like fluids out o’corpses |
| threatening to drown me in neurotic neurosis |
| sit amongst friends silent and embarrassed |
| insecure beneath the weight of social paralysis |
| time flies. |
| fine, i’m waitin’ta get left behind |
| mentally composin’a goodbye to my dear mind |
| things are really comin’to a head here what’s ahead is unclear |
| probably more of this wear and tear, need and fear |
| as if it really mattered |
| another night thinkin how to change the world |
| Lows are so low so when i get up i wanna |
| Lows are so low so when i get up i wanna |
| Lows are so low so when i get up i wanna |
| Lows are so low so when i get up i wanna hold it All I’ve really been tryin a do here |
| is let out some pain |
| an’there really aint nothin new here |
| just tears in the rain |
| the beat don’t stop till the break of dawn |
| walk the city streets till it’s all night long |
| no pity sleeps on my broken lawn |
| just a preacher preachin 'bout where ya been |
| whatcha been doin an how it’s a sin |
| but there’s no such thing as evil and i show no shame |
| hang my guilt in a gilded frame |
| take a look at what the cat dragged in straight faced hustlers |
| n’hard luck whores |
| wired, tired, un-in-spired and i don’t know why i’m talkin cause you probably heard it all before |
| bet it’s been put better by a def-er dead competitor |
| competing for the minds ear of the disenfranchised |
| disenchanted literate academeans that I pine for |
| here the attention and respect and admiration of anything for eternal life is that alot to ask for? |
| things are really coming to a head here what’s ahead is unclear |
| probably more o this wear n tear, n needy fear |
| as if it really mattered |
| another night thinkin how to change the world |
| All I’ve really been tryin a do here |
| is let out some pain |
| an’there really aint nothin new here |
| just tears in the rain |
| lows are so low |
| so when i get up i wanna |
| lows are so low |
| so when i get up i wanna |
| lows are so low |
| so when i get up i wanna |
| lows are so low |
| so when i get up i want to hold it |