The F Word

And I got to get arrested
To keep you interested
I'm changing my direction
I've got to get arrested
Bumping heads that pass each other
A recipe for stealing hearts

I've got to get arrested
Another song, it all went wrong
I'm not afraid to serenade, the F word saved
I wrote a song, I'm moving on
I have no power in healing
Shake your head of leisure
I got to get arrested
Get your head and body into seizure
And oh, my God, I've dodged the unexpected
Making a correction
And I should have known that I can't
Assault disguised as dancing
My arms have little feeling
Is tired and superficial, lame

Change the world by staring at it

I'm praying you can do the same
I got to get arrested

I got to get arrested
I've got to get arrested
To keep you interested
And drop the dead as driftwood surfer

And battle with whoever hides
Bullets behind accolades and
From lifting to the ceiling
To keep you interested
It's a boring phase, so part the wave

I've got to get arrested
This rotting phase of hands that raise

And I suppose the Jesus pose
The radio refused to play it
To keep you interested

And sucked the life from me