The Verve Pipe Follow

I've got to get arrested to keep you interested I
should have known that I can't change the world by staring
at it My arms have little feeling from lifting to the
ceiling A recipe for stealing hearts I have no power in
healing And I suppose the Jesus pose is tired and
superficial, lame I wrote a song, I'm moving on,
I'm praying you can do the same I'm
changing my direction making a correction Oh my god,
I've dodged the unexpected bullets behind accolades and Shake your head of leisure get your head and body into seizure
And battle with whoever hides assault disguised as dancing
This rotting phase of hands that raise, bumping
heads that pass each other It's a boring phase, so
part the wave and drop the dead as driftwood surfer Another song, it all went wrong, the radio refused to play it
I'm not afraid to serenade, the f word saved and
sucked the life from me I've got to get
arrested to keep you interested