I'm jumping in the waves
I'm washed up on the beach
I'm sweating bullets
And I cannot feel my feet
I'm dying from the heat
In (cold water?) streets
I'm panting like a dog
That's begging for a treat
Whoa, someone save my ship
Whoa, before I sink to the bottom with it
I used to be in love with the rest of the world
I used to sing songs just to get with the girls
And now I'm just a chump
And I'm kicked to the curb
Always a punk
Living up to the curse
I'm staring at the lights
I'm seeing tiny (loops?)
I'm spinning like the ceiling fan
Spinning in my room
Shit, I'm a beast
Yeah, I'm a tool
And to think my wife
Used to think that I was cool
Woah, someone save my ship
Woah, before I sink to the bottom with it
I used to be in love with the rest of the world
I used to sing songs just to get with the girls
And now I'm just a chump
And I'm kicked to the curb
Always a punk
Living up to the curse
I used to be in love with the rest of the world
I used to sing songs just to get with the girls
And now I'm just a chump
And I'm kicked to the curb
Always a punk
Living up to the curse
Washed Up was written by Bel Heir.
Washed Up was produced by Joe LaPorta.