Cook Me Into the Bowl - Buck-O-Nine

Got a fever, got a fever

I was up all night

And it feels so good

But I can’t decide

I’ve been drinkin' like a monster

If or ever, when can I?

Your givin' me the flu

Less soul, imagination

Lets stroll down the middle of the road

One shot of desperation

Cook me into the bowl

Write it all down

On a fuckin' piece of paper

It doesn’t mean a thing

I want to sail around the world

Fever!

Fever!

What’s the lesson, not my turn

Pushing every button

Not sure if I’ll ever learn

That I don’t know about anything

I don’t know what to do

So I gotta get away

Away from something

Gotta get away

Don’t know what to do

Gotta get away

Away from something

It might as well be you

So I’ll lie again, lie again

What’s the use in suffering

Cook me up higher

Than I’ve ever been before

Got a migraine and I’m

About to fuckin' go insane

Just gotta kick it

Say that I’m bored

That I don’t know about anything

I don’t know what to do

So I gotta get away

Away from something

Gotta get away

Don’t know what to do

Gotta get away

Away from something

It might as well be you

Got a fever, got a fever

I was up all night

And it feels so good

But I can’t decide

I’ve been drinkin' like a monster

If or ever, when can I?

Your givin' me the flu

Less soul, imagination

Lets stroll down the middle of the road

One shot of desperation

Cook me into the bowl

That I don’t know about anything

I don’t know what to do

So I gotta get away

Away from something

Gotta get away

Don’t know what to do

Gotta get away

Away from something

Ohh shit

So I gotta get away

Away from something

Gotta get away

Don’t know what to do

Gotta get away

Away from something

Fuck you