All Worked Up

Maybe, I don’t want to be here.
Maybe, I don’t want to waste my time.

Time I don’t have to waste.
Time I don’t want to chase.
The time to turn around is now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now.

Here I am, all worked up,
Kettled and caged in a clusterfuck.
Hey, I’m all worked up,
Cornered and out of luck.
Yeah, you got me, all fucked up.

Maybe, this is as good as I’ve ever had.
Maybe, things ain’t really that bad.

Bad as they feel on the inside.
As bad as they seem now in hindsight.
Your hopes for the future are gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.

Hey, we’re all worked up,
I don’t want to be here but it’s all that we’ve got.

Hey, we all feel stuck,
With all the shit raining down on us.

So don’t look up,
All you see is people passing the buck.

Hey, we’re all worked up,
It doesn’t have to be all that we’ve got.

Hey, we’re all worked up,
Now let’s go and fuck ’em up!