I only worry about my songnWhile the world don't get its restnNeglecting fuck-ups from SharonnI just want music in my headnnWe're in a selfish chain of moodsnDon't look at what I leave behindnHamas are after all the JewsnWhile we have summer on our mindsnn[Chorus: x2]nEveryone feeling iffynFunny times, I told you sonYou want the vibe, of feeling prettynThat changes moods, I told you sonnYou only worry about your worknAnd what she's saying in her sleepnShe's mumbling names you've never heardnAnd dirty secrets you can't keepnnWe're in a selfish chain chain chainnFor every feeling we build wallsnAll broken ruddersnLast years I haven't felt at allnn[Chorus]nnEveryone feeling iffynFunny times, I told you sonYou want the vibe, of feeling prettynI told you sonnYou know you taste like something's wrong?nnYeah you taste like something's wrong