Woorden: Lillingtons (The). Shit Outta Luck. Ramble On.

Well I feel I'm about to hurl
My head spins like tilt of whirl
My heart is gonna beat out of my chest
My legs feel like a ton of bricks
My eyes I believe they're playing tricks
And I've been feeling all fucked up again
And I been staying up too late
And I think I've been losing weight
And I ramble on and on,
I'm feeling all fucked up again
Ramble on, ramble on, I'm feeling all fucked up again.