Physical Release - The Pink Spiders

You wanna run along

You gotta get away

You wanna make ‘em miss ya

And I really hate to say it

But nobody’s tunin' in

Nobody’s turnin' on

Nobody’s gonna care about whatever did ya wrong

Look at you, look at you, look at you

Gettin' off so easy on whatever avenue but

It’s what you do, what you do, what you do

The pressure starts to tear you apart

You start to feel it don’t ya?

It started with an itch, the itch becomes a rush

I’ll tell you ‘bout life on the radio

It’s just a little kiss, but don’t call it a crush

I’ll tell you ‘bout life on the radio

I ain’t no juvenile, I fall apart in style

They say I’m losin' my mind