Zebrahead - Just The Tip

We got bruised wrists Kick flips and an ill invasion They say loose lips 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 love You got to cough to get off What's done is done Turn your radio off It's never enough Want to change it all I want it all But you can't always get what you want, you can't always get what you want Give up, give up, give up The dream is over We lost 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 slow And driving on the shoulder Give up, give up, give up Don't even bother We'll never get what we want We want starships and banana clips to start a new religion And no post scripts or sensor ship to help define our vision With a red brick or double click we move with great precision Like with arsenic we're getting sick of all our indecision It's like holding onto pieces when the puzzle doesn't fit It's like the feeling that you get right before you hit It's like the ground opened up and swallowed you where you sit It's like you'd kill for what you had 'cause now you got shit It's like you can't always get what you want Opened up and swallowed you You can't always get what you want It's like a time bomb You can't always get what you want Opened up and swallowed you You can't always get what you want