Lyrics:

I'm not doing finei'm desecrating livesi boned a phone booth of a lady shaky heinous crimesnailing hands down to floorboardssaying he's psych gone overboardandI'm boredstill boredi'm so boredi've got a funny little feelingmy arms are shaking like a lightning rod, yeahi'll cannonball right through the ceilingand sink my teeth in till the feelings gone, yeahoh i'm the slow move guyno time for swatting fliesappeasing bees knees easing g string seeing wheezing funny little feelinglick it drywonders just who am I?prison warden, teenage boy, transvestite with high heels onhey where has my life goneain't done anything i wantaccording to my listi've still got so many musicians to killwill kill until i fill my landfill full of bodies standing stilli've got a funny little feelingmy arms are shaking like a lightning rod, yeahi'll cannonball right through the ceilingand sink my teeth in 'till the feelings gone, yeahi've got a funny little feelingmy arms are shaking like a lightning rod, yeahi'll cannonball right through the ceilingand sink my teeth in 'till the feelings gone, yeahi've got a funny little feelingmy arms are shaking like a lightning rod, yeahi'll cannonball right through the ceilingand sink my teeth in 'till the feelings gone, yeahi've got a funny littlei've got a funny littlei've got a funny littlei've got a funny little feelingi've got a funny littlei've got a funny littlei've got a funny little feelingfeelingfeeling