The F Word

I've got to get arrested

To keep you interested

And I should have known that I can't

Change the world by staring at it

My arms have little feeling

From lifting to the ceiling

A recipe for stealing hearts

I have no power in healing

And I suppose the Jesus pose

Is tired and superficial, lame

I wrote a song, I'm moving on

I'm praying you can do the same

I'm changing my direction

Making a correction

And oh, my God, I've dodged the unexpected

Bullets behind accolades and

Shake your head of leisure

Get your head and body into seizure

And battle with whoever hides

Assault disguised as dancing

This rotting phase of hands that raise

Bumping heads that pass each other

It's a boring phase, so part the wave

And drop the dead as driftwood surfer

Another song, it all went wrong

The radio refused to play it

I'm not afraid to serenade, the F word saved

And sucked the life from me

And I got to get arrested

To keep you interested

I've got to get arrested

I got to get arrested

To keep you interested

I've got to get arrested

I got to get arrested

To keep you interested

I've got to get arrested

I got to get arrested

To keep you interested

I've got to get arrested

I've got to get arrested