Lyrics:

Short circulated
Sleeping through the dopamine
When youve got nothing
Youve got nothing to fear
Too low to notice
Superman in disco jeans
Having a good time
Just wish I was here

Resuscitation
Bring me around
Resuscitation
Bringin me down

So separated
Underwater gun ballet
When youve got no map
Youve got no place to go
You sexy killjoy
Bringin everybody down
Well, I eat confusion
And spit it out slow

Resuscitation
Bringin you round
Resuscitation
Bringin you down

The road is paved with hope and glory
My shoes are hiding under the bed
I need a little evaluation
Rejuvenation
Of soul and head

So underneath
Hanging on the bathroom rug
Holding it together
With rubber bands and chewing gum
This mansions crashing
Im just the butlers maid
So what do we care?
We just need our own parade

Resuscitation
Bringin me down
Resuscitation
Bringin me round
Resuscitation
Bringin you down
Resuscitation
Bringin you round
Resuscitation
Bringin you round