Woorden: Frank Black. You're Such A Wire.

Why do you hate me?
Why don't you just simmer down?
You could be doing great things
Instead of just pushing me around
Or maybe just be sleeping
Even you at times must get tired

You're such a wire
You're such a wire
Look at you
You're such a wire

Look at you
Packing it
Blasting it
You're such a wire

The world it looks so big
But it feels so small
I'm snapping like a twig
In this dried up, dying fall
I think the winter is going to be a real whirligig

Why do I hate you?
That's because I am full of it
If all your dreams came true
Then you must be completely full of it
You won't catch me weeping
'Cause you know that I'm not a crier

I'm such a wire
I'm such a wire
Look at me
I'm such a wire

Look at me
Packing it
Blasting it
I'm such a wire