My Oh My - Choke Up

They lit a fire in the belly of the patron saint of indifference

and he came like a fever to my bloodstream,

saying, «leave it alone, leave it alone,

you are ill fit to condemn or condone.

Leave it alone, leave it alone, leave it alone.»

My oh my, oh, I don’t feel myself today.

I’m the wind at the back of a float in a slow parade.

The crowd begins to applaud as the clouds start to dissipate.

My oh my, oh, I don’t feel myself today.

My oh my, oh, I don’t feel myself

I’m the wind at the back of a float in a slow parade.

My oh my, oh, I don’t feel myself today.

The crowd begins to applaud as the clouds start to dissipate.

My oh my, oh, I don’t feel myself