Feels So Right - Betzefer

You take a good look in the mirror sixty times an hour

Make sure everything’s perfect

And expect nothing less in return

We’re you always this superficial?

A woman’s supposed to love you for who you are

Not for what you’re trying to sell

Cocaine!

No pain!

Condemnet your soul to hell

And that’s how you like it

Or was it just a game?

Give me visectomy, attention, blasphamy!

You know it’s my style —

Or no style at all!

Because it feels so right

Only when it is so wrong

Yeha I’ve been talking to the higher ups

They hate me!

Just take a ride on everybody else’s troubles

I tell you!

It gave me a real something to give

I know I’ll never be caught dead shaking hands

As a saint with you, alright You’ll be rotting in hell

«No mind» & «Go blind», serves you

As you now got demons running down

And shooting out your ass

Cause it’s the same old law of traffic

In death and in life alike

Because it feels so right

Only when it is so wrong

Yeha I’ve been talking to the higher ups

They hate me!

And everybody would tell you

You could have thought straighter

And all along you would know they were always right

But it only hits you where the border lies