Months of living in a dreary haze
Clouded thoughts, repetitious days
It's come to be the only way that I know
Now thanks to modern chemistry
I feel the grinding of my teeth
Like a jolt of electricity through my bones
Gimmie the high test, fill 'er up
No ifs, ands, whys, hows, or butts ... but
(I'm) wired
Melodic throbbing in my brain
I hear it moving through my veins
Sharp as the edge of Jack Torrence's ax
Fuck this burning in my eyes
Fuck this living just to survive
Let's cut the shit, it's time to commence attack
The tough refill when the going gets tough
Fuck your 3pm cutoff
(I'm) wired
Kids are all hopped up and ready to go
There'll be time for sleep when we're 6 below