Head Lyrics

Sometimes I wake up in the morning
My feet my soul my arms my legs my self my eggs are all fried
I've got to do my exams today
I've read my books turned up on time but I haven't revised
I'm not getting along
I'm not getting the answers
Cos I can't get out of my head

In the night sometimes
I wake up uncool uptight I'm tired of being tired
But in my dreams my arms are open wide
I open up my eyes open up my eyes but everything is dark
I think I'm blind
I'm not getting along
I'm not getting the answers
'cos I can't get out of my heda

This profession is my obsession
And this obsession is my depression
And this depression is my release
And this release will never cease

I'm not dumb use the phone