I want to be an astronaut, break all the rules you've got,
I want to fade like black to blue.
You come like a carrousel, like a pocket full of shotgun shells,
And I always wake alone.
I don't mind the politics of a late night dirty trick,
I guess I deserved a little bit.
But I just don't understand. I shake a little when you take my hand,
'Cause I don't know where the hell you've been.
It's come undone, and I'm almost over it.
I've come undone, and for the first time I think I might be all right.
CHORUS:
Why do you always gotta kick me around, when I'm beginning to feel…
Sha-la-la hey hey… here I am.
Sha-la-la hey hey… here I am.
Why do you always gotta kick me around, around, around, around…
Sha-la-la hey hey… here I am.
