Can't stop
And face the facts
I'm high strung and I can't relax
Tune me down cause I'm feeling sharp
My blood's too weak and it strains my heart
And hearts of gold can turn to grey
And wills of iron can melt away
Hey, this looks like the place,
We can stop, pick up some fame
Can't stop
Oh doctor please
I bruise so easy and I cut so clean,
Cure me quickly bring me to my knees
Knock me out, come on i wanna sleep
Doctor please, cure me quick
Doctor please, I feel so quick
Doctor please, what's that pain
Doctor please, here it comes again
Can't stop
I can't slow down
My nose is bleeding, hanging upside down
My head is reeling, I don't hear a sound
My mouth's dry, it turns me inside out

*written by Bob Geldof
*taken from the album "A Tonic For The Troops"