oh ee oh am i just about to lose my mind it was fun for five minutes but i preferred it when i had less time and im sick of sensation its a stroke of luck you can plug me in if i stink of frustration its the perfume of excess i think oh ee oh it was purple but the seasons changed now the club is complacent and the smiles have all been prearranged lets go out and get vacant in the complex crush of the fake and floored but we think that we hate it we hate it more when we just stay bored we want to i dont want to do any of this without you ah ah uh ah hhh we want to i dont want to do any of this without you ah ah uh ah hhh oh ee oh my invented life of open doors every chain is gold plated and the shamrock friends i cant afford and im sick of sensation its a stroke of luck you can plug me in if i stink of frustration its the perfume of excess i think we want to i dont want to do any of this without you ah ah uh ah hhh we want to i dont want to do any of this without you ah ah uh ah hhh we want to i dont want to do any of this without you ahhhhhhhh we want to i dont want to do any of this without you ah ah uh ah hhh we want to i dont want to do any of this without you ah ah uh ah hhh we want to we want to i dont want to do any of this without you ahhhhhhhh we want to ahhhhhhhh