F Word

I've gotta get arrested
To keep you interested
And I should have known that I can't change the world by staring at it
My arms have little feeling
From neck down to the ceiling
A recipe for stealing hearts I have no power in healing
And I suppose that Jesus glows
Just hot and superficial
If I wrote a song, I'm moving on
I'm praying you can do the same

I'm changing my direction

I'm making a correction
And oh my God, I've dodged the unexpected
The bullets behind accolades and

Shake your head at leisure
Get your head and body into seizure
And battle with whoever hides the salt disguised as dancing
The smilin' face with hands that raise
The bumping heads that pass each other
The boring face so pop away
And drop the dead eyes, driftwood surfer

Another song went all wrong
The radio refused to play it
I'm not afraid to serenade
The act was saved and sucked the life from me
And I've gotta get arrested
To keep you interested
I've gotta get arrested

I've gotta get arrested
To keep you interested
I've gotta get arrested
I've gotta get arrested
To keep you interested
I've gotta get arrested
I've gotta get arrested
To keep you interested
I've gotta get arrested
I've gotta get arrested