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Theory Of A Dead Man - Wake Up Call Album Lyrics



Theory Of A Dead Man - Wake Up Call Lyrics






Straight Jacket

I wear a 36 long, white is my color
A little tight in the shoulder
But you know, it still fit me good
I wear a 36 long, white is my color
A little tight in the shoulder
But you know, still fit me good

Anyone can see we're a perfect match
An innocent boy and a psychopath
A week's worth of dating and you talk about moving in (I talk about moving too fast)
My mom disapproved and my friends would say
To break the girl's heart but I'm too afraid
Her clickbait body was a tractor beam
She was a Tesla Model S with the ludicrous speed
The sex was good but we always fight
I'd try to leave your sorry ass but end up spending the night
Your sweetness, my weakness, you're mean though ingenious
Nothing can go between us (aye, have you seen us?)

I've lost it, you're toxic, I botched this, I'm nauseous
Man, I gotta be

Out of my mind, be going crazy
'Cause it doesn't faze me
Yeah, the way you treat me so bad
I must be out of my brain
Hallucinating
Girl, well it doesn't faze me
Yeah, the way you treat me so bad
I must be out of my mind

Free at last, I'm free at last
Something I'll never say is "I'm free at last"
She ain't around so I can vent and get it off my chest
(So here we go, three, two, one)
And you're supercali-pessimistic-expiali-narcissistic
You are Mary Poppins, you'll be soon be going out of business
Guys, let me witness, you got a Honda Civic
'Cause you're backseat driving my life

I just wanna sleep my life away
I must be

Out of my mind, be going crazy
'Cause it doesn't faze me
Yeah, the way you treat me so bad
I must be out of my brain
Hallucinating
Girl, well it doesn't phase me
Yeah, the way you treat me so bad
Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad

I'm freaking out, I'm panic attacking
Yeah, I mentally had it, now my living room's padded
I'm a sadist, I'm addicted to this heroin
You're Tonya Harding and I'm your Nancy Kerrigan
Like Lloyd Braun, I just wanted serenity
But you had to go testing me, gave me suicide tendencies
Your little games, your little, little games
You tricked me into staying, your playing is getting lame
From touching your sweet things to tracking your calls
Go from smacking your ass to punching holes in the walls
Go from sending me fire news to eyeing up other dudes
From picking a favorite song to playlisting breaking tunes
Started so high, now I can hardly breathe
Go from weak in the knees to be too weak I can't leave
You called it, it's all my fault, this I know
Guess I'm better off dead inside than being alone

I just wanna sleep my life away, oh

I must be out of my mind, be going crazy
'Cause it doesn't faze me
Yeah, the way you treat me so bad
I must be out of my brain
Hallucinating
Girl, well it doesn't phase me
Yeah, the way you treat me so bad
I must be out of my mind

Yeah, yeah, oh
I must be out of my mind

(And you're supercali-pessimistic-expiali-narcissistic
You are Mary Poppins, you'll be soon be going out of business)

Yeah, oh, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad
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Rx (Medicate)

Wake up to a cloudy day
Dark rolls in and it starts to rain
Staring out to the cage-like walls
Time goes by and the shadows crawl
Crushin' candy, crushin' pills
Got no job, mom pays my bills
Textin' ex's get my fill
Sweatin' bullets, Netflix-chills
World's out there singin' the blues
Twenty more dead on the evening news
Think to myself "Really, what's the use?"
I'm just like you, I was born to lose

Why, oh why can't you just fix me?
When all I want's to feel numb
But the medication's all done
Why, oh why does God hate me?
When all I want's to get high
And forget this so-called life

I am so freakin' bored, nothin' to do today
I guess I'll sit around and medicate (medicate)
I am so freakin' bored, nothing to do today
I guess I'll sit around and medicate (medicate)

Can't wait to feel better than I ever will
Attack that shit like a kid on Benadryl
Chase it down with a hopeful smile
Hate myself, I can go for miles
They say family's all you need
Someone to trust can help you breathe
Inhale that drug but you start to choke
You follow the outs of an inside joke

Why, oh why can't you just fix me?
When all I want's to feel numb
But the medication's all done
Why oh why does God hate me?
'Cause I've seen enough of it, heard enough of it
Felt enough of it, had enough of it

I am so freakin' bored. nothing to do today
I guess I'll sit around and medicate (medicate)
I am so freakin' bored, nothing to do today
I guess I'll sit around and medicate

Medicate, medicate
Medicate, medicate

Superman is a hero
But only when his mind is clear though
He needs that fix like the rest of us
So he's got no fear when he saves that bus
All the stars in the Hollywood Hills
Snapchat live while they pop them pills
All those flavors of the rainbow
Too bad that shit don't work though

Your friends are high right now
Your parents are high right now
That hot chick's high right now
That cop is high right now
The president's high right now
Your priest is high right now
Everyone's high as f*ck right now
And no one's ever coming down

I am so freakin' bored, nothing to do today
I guess I'll sit around and medicate (medicate)
I am so freakin' bored, nothing to do today
I guess I'll sit around and medicate

Medicate, medicate
Medicate, medicate
I medicate
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Wake Up Call

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Wake Up Call is the sixth studio album by Canadian rock band Theory of a Deadman, released on October 27, 2017, through 604 Records in Canada and Atlantic and Roadrunner Records in the United States. Critics have described the album as having a more pop-infused sound than previous releases, which was the result of lead singer Tyler Connolly composing the majority of the record's music on the piano instead of the usual guitar. Departing from the same recording and production team they had worked with for the past four albums, the band opted to collaborate with Swedish music producer, Martin Terefe, and spent seven weeks at Kensaltown Studios in London.

The album was met with mixed reviews from critics. Some praised the lyrical maturity that was lacking in previous albums; others criticized it for the sudden change in genre. Wake Up Call peaked at numbers thirteen and twenty-four on the Billboard Canadian Albums and US Billboard 200 charts, respectively. Its lead single, "Rx (Medicate)"—a song addressing the opioid epidemic in North America—was released on July 27, 2017, and is the band's third single to top the US Billboard Mainstream Rock chart.
Performed By: Theory Of A Dead Man
Genre(s): Pop, pop rock
Producer(s): Martin Terefe
Released: October 27th, 2017
Year: 2017

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