Get in, get in, it feels like its almost time
Acting like this you know you’ll get the first prize
Sickness makes us larger than life
This makes us larger, larger

Here is a message for your phone
Wanted you to know
This is getting out of hand

Drinking, drinking, I’m feeling all so slow now
Waiting, waiting, for that feeble last round
This all makes us smaller than life
This makes us smaller, smaller

Here is a message for your phone
Wanted you to know
This is getting out of hand
Here is a note then for your book
Open up and take a look
This side is filled with lies

Be what you want to be
When your doing what you do
Feel what you want to feel
When your coming so unglued
Do not make you answer
Speak your thoughts right now

Here is a message for your phone
Wanted you to know (wanted you to know)
This is getting out of hand
Here is a note then for your book
Open up and take a look
This side is filled with lies

Here is a message for your
Here is a note then for your
This is getting, this is getting out