I want to be an astronaut, break all the rules you've got,
i want to fade like black to blue.
you come like a carrousel, like a pocket full of shotgun shells,
and i always wake alone.
I don't mind the politics of a late night dirty trick,
i guess i deserved a little bit.
but i just don't understand. i shake a little when you take my hand,
‘cause i don't know where the hell you've been.
It's come undone, and i'm almost over it.
i've come undone, and for the first time i think i might be all right.
Chorus:
Why do you always gotta kick me around, when i'm beginning to feel…
sha-la-la hey hey… here i am.
sha-la-la hey hey… here i am.
why do you always gotta kick me around, around, around, around…
sha-la-la hey hey… here i am.