Songtexte: John Hiatt. Feelin' Again.
I thought I had to curl up from my head down to my toes
But heaven knows that I was wrong, I'm feeling again
Holding my breath and holed up in this cheap motel, I feel like hell
I'm holding my own heart, I'm feeling again
When I get that feeling like a bass drum
Pounding til my head is numb
Electric onion peeling within
I got that feeling again
(I got that) Feeling again
(I got that) Feeling again
(I got that) Feeling again
And all those nights just kill a billion brain cells
Now I'm swelling up inside with teeth and nails, I'm feeling again
From the bottoms up I put the top down on this town
And drove it around till I passed out, I'm feeling again
When I get that feeling like a bass drum
Pounding til my head is numb
Electric onion peeling within
I got that feeling again
(I got that) Feeling again
(I got that) Feeling again
(I got that) Feeling again
Morning comes like Catholic guilt, wilted lettuce from
The family farm on false alarms, I'm feeling again
Holding on to fear and lust and hate, now it's too late
To spin the wheel, it's drink or feel, I'm feeling again
When I get that feeling like a bass drum
Pounding til my head is numb
Electric onion peeling within
I got that feeling again
(I got that) Feeling again
(I got that) Feeling again
(I got that) Feeling again
(I got that) Feeling again
(I got that) Feeling again
(I got that) Feeling again
(I got that) Feeling again
But heaven knows that I was wrong, I'm feeling again
Holding my breath and holed up in this cheap motel, I feel like hell
I'm holding my own heart, I'm feeling again
When I get that feeling like a bass drum
Pounding til my head is numb
Electric onion peeling within
I got that feeling again
(I got that) Feeling again
(I got that) Feeling again
(I got that) Feeling again
And all those nights just kill a billion brain cells
Now I'm swelling up inside with teeth and nails, I'm feeling again
From the bottoms up I put the top down on this town
And drove it around till I passed out, I'm feeling again
When I get that feeling like a bass drum
Pounding til my head is numb
Electric onion peeling within
I got that feeling again
(I got that) Feeling again
(I got that) Feeling again
(I got that) Feeling again
Morning comes like Catholic guilt, wilted lettuce from
The family farm on false alarms, I'm feeling again
Holding on to fear and lust and hate, now it's too late
To spin the wheel, it's drink or feel, I'm feeling again
When I get that feeling like a bass drum
Pounding til my head is numb
Electric onion peeling within
I got that feeling again
(I got that) Feeling again
(I got that) Feeling again
(I got that) Feeling again
(I got that) Feeling again
(I got that) Feeling again
(I got that) Feeling again
(I got that) Feeling again
John Hiatt
John Hiatt
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