Songtexte: Cloud Cult. I'm Feeling So Fuckin' Fine.

I was born in the belly of a frog and my brain is a bottle of vodka

Dirt eyes, leather wings, and my arms are made of maracas

Do you find me attractive 'cause if we don't act now I might pass out

And I'm feeling so fuckin' fine

I'm feeling so fuckin', I'm feeling so fuckin' fine





My boy my little boy boy left me behind a multi-bodied mess

I just need to feel good, and would you slip off your dress

It's just a quick fix, it's just a safety rope

How much dope would a woodchuck smoke if a woodchuck could smoke could smoke dope



My wife my pretty wife wife left me behind and I'm going crazy

I just need to feel good, let's go make a baby

It's just a dumb drug, it's just my safety line

I'm drunk on chicken blood, I'm feeling so fuckin' fine

I'm feeling so fuckin', I'm feeling so fuckin' fine