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Ian McNally - Jazzed Up Lyrics



Ian McNally - Jazzed Up Lyrics




Jazzed up
Frazzled up
I'm telling you I'm really gonna get my bad up

I'm mad something like this could happen again
I'm telling you
That shit will never enter my fence or touch my friends
I had a conversation with myself
It went like this
You can't do shit

And every single person that you know is just a kid
And every single person that you know is just a wish
That you bitch about
All the time
In your mind
But you can never really find the time to get it right

Every single friend is an imaginary fight
But you know in the heart that you love them deep down inside

And that you cried a couple times
Let me remind you
I would've found you
So let me find you
I would've tried to rewind and unbind and advise you of
The prison of a mind that is always right behind you

The hemispheres in my skull
Are going insane
I think my right side
Has some sort of a new crazy pain

Where the need explain
Overcomes the minds ease to same thing
And everything is the same insane
Game of a king

I'd rather sing for fools
And fool the social elite
Than compete with a defeatist attitude
While living on the brink

I think I'd rather sink
But at 35 you'll see me giving up and signing away my soul in ink

Not liable for death
Euhh What the f*ck

And finding a way to think
And trying to make a day shrink
Maybe we'll link
Hey Maybe we'll drink

Sign your pretty name on this piece of paper with pen
Pay it forward with blood
You know it never ends

The terms and conditions say
That you agree to be paid
Less than a living wage
Our wage slave

But hey we still give you enough
To drink it away
Just don't think
Cause you can't think it away

And I'm the brink of a day
I'm sinking and hey
I've never sunk this low before
But I'm willing to play

But I'm not willing to pay
For some stupid mistake
That some people in the past
Apparently made

Apparently they were dumb
No
They were just plain old evil
Even Evil Knievel's steeple staple is feeding people!
My favorite style of preaching features a signature style of reaching

My favorite style of teaching approaches the feeble minded people
With grace

Its not a race but you race anyways
I figure our race of humans
With always be out of place

So what do they say

Can you believe we made it to outer space?
My last track outer space
Was recognized as great
Maybe late
Everyone kissed my face
I was so shocked
Even a trace of grace would've sufficed

Papers creased
If only they could see
Cause I love your big
Energy (gee

Cool cats
Get by so fast

I really wanna be that
I wanna see that life
I really wanna see that strife

I swear I'm baking the bread
Shake it or fake it I swear I'm making it dead
I swear that I'm pancaking it
With bacon and eggs

I feel like you crazy eights need to think about punching down
You're a self fulfilling clown that frowns on others who frown
Don't you see it now

You're complaining about the town
Complaining about the town
Its draining to those around
And we all have this common ground
Like What the How

I'm done now!
That's the end of the fun now
Every track after this is like blowing your head with a gun out
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English

Jazzed up
Frazzled up
I'm telling you I'm really gonna get my bad up

I'm mad something like this could happen again
I'm telling you
That shit will never enter my fence or touch my friends
I had a conversation with myself
It went like this
You can't do shit

And every single person that you know is just a kid
And every single person that you know is just a wish
That you bitch about
All the time
In your mind
But you can never really find the time to get it right

Every single friend is an imaginary fight
But you know in the heart that you love them deep down inside

And that you cried a couple times
Let me remind you
I would've found you
So let me find you
I would've tried to rewind and unbind and advise you of
The prison of a mind that is always right behind you

The hemispheres in my skull
Are going insane
I think my right side
Has some sort of a new crazy pain

Where the need explain
Overcomes the minds ease to same thing
And everything is the same insane
Game of a king

I'd rather sing for fools
And fool the social elite
Than compete with a defeatist attitude
While living on the brink

I think I'd rather sink
But at 35 you'll see me giving up and signing away my soul in ink

Not liable for death
Euhh What the f*ck

And finding a way to think
And trying to make a day shrink
Maybe we'll link
Hey Maybe we'll drink

Sign your pretty name on this piece of paper with pen
Pay it forward with blood
You know it never ends

The terms and conditions say
That you agree to be paid
Less than a living wage
Our wage slave

But hey we still give you enough
To drink it away
Just don't think
Cause you can't think it away

And I'm the brink of a day
I'm sinking and hey
I've never sunk this low before
But I'm willing to play

But I'm not willing to pay
For some stupid mistake
That some people in the past
Apparently made

Apparently they were dumb
No
They were just plain old evil
Even Evil Knievel's steeple staple is feeding people!
My favorite style of preaching features a signature style of reaching

My favorite style of teaching approaches the feeble minded people
With grace

Its not a race but you race anyways
I figure our race of humans
With always be out of place

So what do they say

Can you believe we made it to outer space?
My last track outer space
Was recognized as great
Maybe late
Everyone kissed my face
I was so shocked
Even a trace of grace would've sufficed

Papers creased
If only they could see
Cause I love your big
Energy (gee

Cool cats
Get by so fast

I really wanna be that
I wanna see that life
I really wanna see that strife

I swear I'm baking the bread
Shake it or fake it I swear I'm making it dead
I swear that I'm pancaking it
With bacon and eggs

I feel like you crazy eights need to think about punching down
You're a self fulfilling clown that frowns on others who frown
Don't you see it now

You're complaining about the town
Complaining about the town
Its draining to those around
And we all have this common ground
Like What the How

I'm done now!
That's the end of the fun now
Every track after this is like blowing your head with a gun out
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Writer: Ian McNally
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Language: English
Length: 3:37
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