you re little bit of water and a little bit of blood a little bit of reason and a little bit of luck you re little bit of fever and a little bit of love a little bit of falling and a lot of getting up you re just another drunk in just another dive bar saying cheer as last times stay in clothes as last night you re just another waitress stretching every paycheck behind on her statements for education payments you re just another traveler you think you ve got character because you ve been to india or africa to study the vernaculars a lonely man who got the bony hands picking up the soda cans to pay his wage he s a little bit of water a little bit of blood a little bit of reason a little bit of luck you re just a little bit of fever and a little bit of love a little bit of falling and lots of getting up you re just another actress with just another agent selling drugs to pay rent and pawning off your bracelets just another overweight living on leftover takeaways addicted to thick shakes ignoring the headaches a bob dylan want to be sitting in economy pouring over poems like they re tickets for the lottery an unlucky citizen to watch the house he s living in filling with water again he s a little more of water a little bit of blood a little bit of reason a little bit of luck you re just a little bit of fever and a little bit of love a little bit of falling and lots of getting up you re just another bride on the best day of her life a skydiver on his ninth flight relaxing for the first time just another dancer dressed up in the funk you re resting in the build ups and waiting for the drums you re just another father who just met his new grandson sitting next to grandma looking at the new mom you re just another activist you re working for the peace core another first kiss from that boy you got the thing for you re a bit of water and a little bit of blood a little bit of reason and a little bit of luck you re little bit of fever and a little bit of love a little bit of falling there ain t no medicine or remedy for this fever furious in me it s got claws so sharp it could cut a man in two there ain t no arsenal to fight it with that s got eyes like ice and an vice like grip i m flushed with the fire and fever ish for you and the tonics barely scratch the surface this fever grows like a plague with purpose made the cold sweats and the basement furnace where poetry purrs and the words are ernest i wonder would it break if that person heard this a girl so fly that her skirt gets nervous with tricks so wild that you ll curse the circus so i m gonna write until my words are worthless no appetite could compete with this fever furious in me so i m gonna write at silent even though though though you re just another version of every other person you could ve been a surgeon you could ve been a nun i m just another hipster with long hair and whiskers and these pants that don t fit sat staring at the sun well non of us are any more the wiser than any other kind of person living next to where the other asshole run so i m just gonna write and sing play and love my friends and drink cause i don t have a clue to when the end is gonna come1