The F Word

i've got to get arrested to keep you interested
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
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

i've got to get arrested to keep you interested