Iâve never felt better Iâve never felt worse
Iâve never felt better Iâve never felt worse
Never felt better Iâve never felt worse
Like a president riding in the heart of a hearse
These are the best of times
And Russia in the winter of our discontent
Iâve got some of sun and wine
Swimming in a sea of contemplative shit
Iâm in a jungle fight
Scrapping with the creditors who fund my life
Oh but Iâm doing fineâ¦
Iâve never felt better Iâve never felt worse
Like a millionaire with an empty purse
I said never felt better Iâve never felt worse
A diver diving in a pool of dirt
We used to be so young
Chewing up the world like bits of bubblegum
But now I turn and run
Shaking like a leaf under the laughing sun
My lifeâs a smoking gunâ¦go write a requiem
Youâve got no idea what Iâm going through
Iâve got no idea what youâre going through
âTil we walk a mile in each others shoes
Is this our Waterloo?
We got a little baby and her eyes are blue
What are we gonna do?
We try to find a minute but our lifeâs a zoo
I think Iâll lean on youâ¦but then youâre broken too
Youâve got no idea what Iâm going through
Iâve got no idea what youâre doing too
Iâve never felt better Iâve never felt worse
I said Iâve never felt better Iâve never felt worse
A millionaire dying with an empty purse
A president riding in the heart of a hearse
Yeah, a diver diving in a pool of dirt
Iâve got everything I need, Iâve got nothing that I want
Iâve got everything I need, Iâve got nothing that I want
Iâve got everything I need, youâve got nothing that I want
Nothing that I want
Nothing that I want
A birthday present with a wicked curse (welcome to the maze underneath my shirt)
Iâd say Iâve got it all
With everything to lose itâs cool to be afraid
I donât feel safe at all
Wake up every morning in a blissful state
Temptationâs everywhere
Diabetic dreams of stealing birthday cake
A sugar high nightmare
I used to be so young
Chewing up the world like sticks of bubblegum
And though Iâm going blind
Somewhere in the distance I can feel a light
Iâm in a field of light
Laughing as the children try to fly their kites
And though Iâm losing sight
Iâve go a perfect life
Iâve got everything I need, Iâve got nothing that I want
Most days I gotta smile (sick of it)
Sweating in the bunker trying to make the rent
Iâm feeling ill and fine