Капо на 3 ладу. I feel Wake up, wake up Take your pick, faces that I have seen again Don't flinch, bring me the bottle, is she dead? - Your friends ring me when I'm alone, accept my end Grab your hands, and-- I feel, you'll lose Please don't confuse me I kill your truce Wake up, wake up An eye for an eye, stop right across me A couple more pints, that I first bought Eight feet in, thirteen missed calls - Wondering where my mouth is Why nobody can talk - to me I'm lost and away Y'all fucking upset Take some, you need to Wake up, wake up I feel, you'll lose Please don't confuse me I kill your truce Wake up, wake up I hope they show me, buy another load I'm a four-five timer, one-trick pony Threesome, dollars everyone right around me Right around, right around me I feel, you'll lose Please don't confuse me I kill your truce Wake up, wake up