Lyrics The Feelers

The Feelers

Military Precision

Glancing at three thirty three, Feeling half

Nasty

Won't anyone help me

Anyone into the sixes they make me feel sickly

Won't anyone believe me?

Super high ways and manic cultures

Speed freakes that no one knows

Yea hug him and hold him don't bite him

Or I won't let you rest

Military precision like clock work

Yea my time has come

Am I circling or am I in a spin?

I've broken the promise and lived with the guilt

I've boken the grail and you can't fix it

I've broken your promise and lived with your

Guilt

I broke the grail now you won't let me rest