(Powderfinger/Fanning)
you go
i feel like dropping bombs between your eyes
but not today
too slow
i feel sinking arrows in your mind
it's all the same
you don't have to reveal it
you get trouble concede
you don't have to reveal it
are you feeling right
are you feeling right
a deafeated sight
are you feeling right
you go
soaking up your public appetite
the war you wage
too slow
i tell you once again you're not my type
you're all the same
something come along gonna make a change
you don't have to reveal it it
you get trouble concede
you don't have to reveal it
are you feeling right
are you feeling right
a defeated sight
are you feeling right