The F Word

I've got to get arrested
To keep you interested
And I should have known that I can't
Change the world by staring at itMy arms have little feeling
From lifting to the ceiling
A recipe for stealing hearts
I have no power in healingAnd I suppose the Jesus pose
Is tired and superficial, lame
I wrote a song, I'm moving on
I'm praying you can do the sameI'm changing my direction
Making a correction
And oh, my God, I've dodged the unexpected
Bullets behind accolades andShake your head of leisure
Get your head and body into seizure
And battle with whoever hides
Assault disguised as dancingThis rotting phase of hands that raise
Bumping heads that pass each other
It's a boring phase, so part the wave
And drop the dead as driftwood surferAnother song, it all went wrong
The radio refused to play it
I'm not afraid to serenade, the F word saved
And sucked the life from meAnd I got to get arrested
To keep you interested
I've got to get arrestedI got to get arrested
To keep you interested
I've got to get arrestedI got to get arrested
To keep you interested
I've got to get arrestedI got to get arrested
To keep you interested
I've got to get arrestedI've got to get arrested