Where is my motivation
For some kind of procreation
I think I've gone and lost my head
I've met my share of poltergeists
Some have the depths of tiny mice
And I just need to make my bed
All I know, is, I could go from zero to one hundred
Some days I feel sick
And at night I feel undead
Check my reflection
It doesn't like my questions
Maybe I'm nuts but baby
I've got guts
They're still on the inside
I feel so sick of being tired
Now I'm so tired of feeling sick
My good old friends think that I'm dead
At least I don't feel so alone
I just want some testosterone
Don't know if you heard what I said
All I know, is, I could go from zero to one hundred
Some days I feel sick
And at night I feel undead
Check my reflection
It doesn't like my questions
Maybe I'm nuts but baby
I've got guts
They're still on the inside
All I know is I could
Go from zero to one hundred
Some days I feel sick
And at night I feel undead
Ha ha
Check my reflection
It doesn't like my questions
Maybe I'm nuts but baby
I've got guts
They're still on the inside