I was dead three times by the age of two
I was dead three times by the age of two
I must have come back for a reason
I believe it was playin' the blues
They couldn't stop this high pitch fever
My body was hard as a stone
Before they reached the hospital
They realized I was gone
Broke needles on my body
Til I came back I don't know when
But I slipped away into dark
And eventually I came back again
Now my pulse is keepin'rhythm
Stressin' 2 and 4
Even in my deepest dreams
My brain's shufflin' on its own
The way I walk, the way I talk
It says that I'm not dead yet
Y'know I just can't get enough
Of this sound in my head