Buck-o-nine - Cook Me Into the Bowl lyrics

Got a fever, got a fever I was up all night And it feels so good But I can't decide I've been drinkin' like a monster If or ever, when can I? Your givin' me the flu Less soul, imagination Lets stroll down the middle of the road One shot of desperation Cook me into the bowl Write it all down On a f**in' piece of paper It doesn't mean a thing I want to sail around the world Fever! Fever! What's the lesson, not my turn Pushing every bu*ton Not sure if I'll ever learn That I don't know about anything I don't know what to do So I gotta get away Away from something Gotta get away Don't know what to do Gotta get away Away from something It might as well be you So I'll lie again, lie again What's the use in suffering Cook me up higher Than I've ever been before Got a migraine and I'm About to f**in' go insane Just gotta kick it Say that I'm bored That I don't know about anything I don't know what to do So I gotta get away Away from something Gotta get away Don't know what to do Gotta get away Away from something It might as well be you Got a fever, got a fever I was up all night And it feels so good But I can't decide I've been drinkin' like a monster If or ever, when can I? Your givin' me the flu Less soul, imagination Lets stroll down the middle of the road One shot of desperation Cook me into the bowl That I don't know about anything I don't know what to do So I gotta get away Away from something Gotta get away Don't know what to do Gotta get away Away from something Ohh sh** So I gotta get away Away from something Gotta get away Don't know what to do Gotta get away Away from something f** you