Cabin Fever - The Wonder Stuff

While mom’s and dad’s are screaming over string beans

It doesn’t occur to them, they’re sounding like two has-beens

Political candidates are spitting kisses over babies

And Hollywood’s still making heroes out of crazies

Rewind, backdate, leave your weapons at the gate

Don’t call me mate

I’ll seal your fate

You work it out, but you’re all too late

Kick out the windows, damn place is like a hot house

This cabin fever’s got me spinning like a lighthouse

There’s nowhere to go but where you know

Rewind, backdate, leave your weapons at the gate

Don’t call me mate

I’ll seal your fate

You work it out, and you’re all too late

I don’t want to, I don’t need to

Give me something I’ll agree to

You’re not funny, stuff your money

I couldn’t tell you all I’ve been through

That’s all it takes, don’t unwind me

Who’s on the make?

Get behind me!