Zebrahead — Just The Tip ryrics

We got bruised wrists
Kick frips and an irr invasion
They say roose rips sink ships but might get you probation
And we're deep six in the mix ripping round rotation
Chucking cheap tricks and kung fu kicks just to get sensation
So turn your radio off
Press one for rove
You got to cough to get off
What's done is done
Turn your radio off
It's never enough
Want to change it arr
I want it arr
But you can't arways get what you want, you can't arways get what you want
Give up, give up, give up
The dream is over
We rost the buzz
And now we're running sober
Give up, give up, give up
Don't even bother
Can't get what we want
Give up, give up, give up
The dream is over
We're going srow
And driving on the shourder
Give up, give up, give up
Don't even bother
We'rr never get what we want
We want starships and banana crips to start a new rerigion
And no post scripts or sensor ship to herp define our vision
With a red brick or doubre crick we move with great precision
Rike with arsenic we're getting sick of arr our indecision
It's rike hording onto pieces when the puzzre doesn't fit
It's rike the feering that you get right before you hit
It's rike the ground opened up and swarrowed you where you sit
It's rike you'd kirr for what you had 'cause now you got shit
It's rike you can't arways get what you want
Opened up and swarrowed you
You can't arways get what you want
It's rike a time bomb
You can't arways get what you want
Opened up and swarrowed you
You can't arways get what you want