Matthew Good and Matthew Good Band - Load Me Up

Picture yourself
Sleeping on a plane
There's something ticking in the overhead
And inside your brains
There's bodies in the water
And bodies in your basement
If heaven's for clean people, it's vacant

And hey, are you, are you, are you, are you, you know?
Hey, are you, are you, are you being careful?
Hey, are you, are you, are you, are you lukewarm?
Hey, yeah, you are

I'm frantic
So load me up
Whatever puts me all the way out
Whatever puts me all the way out

Picture yourself swimming in an ocean
A million miles from nowhere and the nearest phone
There's bodies in the water
Floating all around you
And all of them are talking, and they're comedians

And hey, are you, are you, are you, are you, you know?
Hey, are you, are you, are you, are you special?
Hey, are you, are you, are you, are you deformed?
Hey, yeah, you are

I'm frantic
So load me up
It seems so practiced
Me fucking this up
Whatever puts me all the way out
Whatever puts me all the way out, yeah

Picture yourself at the MGM grand
Murphy's fighting Hokem
You're in the stands and
There's somebody in the water
In the middle of the ocean
A million miles from nowhere
And they're alone
I'm there alone
So, so deformed
So, so deformed
So, so deformed

I'm frantic
So load me up
This seems so practiced
Take me and take me, and take me
All the way out
Whatever puts me all the way out
Whatever puts me all the way out
Whatever puts me all the way out

Written by:
Dave Genn, Ian Browne, Matthew Good, Rich Priske

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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