My good time, I feel all right
My ritual followed us to paradise
My blood moves, I feel all right
Don't touch me 'cause I've had too much to feel tonight
I'm a martyr of a new and magic kind
It's gettin' easy not to suffer all the time
My good time, I feel all right
My ritual followed us to paradise
My blood moves, I feel all right
Don't touch me 'cause you're still too much to feel tonight
Not tonight, I repeat, me over
Well, I'm a martyr of a new and magic kind
It's getting easy not to suffer all the time
My sense of humor might have narrowed with my age
But happy anarchy is all I really crave
Trying to be good, while I get my fill
Will I get what I need? I don't know if I will
When I take it in
Will I make it my own again? My own again
My blood moves, I feel all right
My ritual got me through another night
I'm a martyr of a new and magic kind
It's getting easy not to suffer all the time
My sense of humor might have narrowed with my age
But happy anarchy is all I really crave
It's all I need, it's all I want, it's all I crave
So come over
It's all I need, it's all I want, it's all I crave
So come over
It's all I need, it's all I want, it's all I crave
So come over
It's all I need, it's all I want, it's all I crave
So come over
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