HMP Zebrahead

(Ladies and gentlemen)
(Welcome to the show)
(We want it all, we want it now)
(We wanted you to know)
(So keep your hands and legs)
(Inside the ride and take it slow)
(It's bullshit by design)
(We're about to blow your mind)

I ain't no Steve McQueen
I'm like a dead pop star in a magazine
I'm really one last loss in quarantine
With ProTools gutting up the hit machine
So come and take more, take more
You can't help us out, no
Escape more, escape more
You can't help us out, no
And break more, break more
You can't help us out
Puked my heart out on the asphalt
Heart out on the asphalt
Don't think you're cut out for this
Go

Save me from myself
This ain't a test
It's state of emergency
'Cause I can't stop myself
I'm trying my best
Tell me what else could go wrong