Makes me feel like I'm a modern man In line for a number but you don't understand Like a modern man And the people behind me, they can't understand In my dream I was almost there But we're wasted And that's why we're still waiting So I wait my turn, I'm

Yeah more sweet narcosis (I'll turn a stone I'll find you) Yeah, more sweet narcosis (I'll turn a stone I'll find you) Can you lick my wounds please Can you make it numb And kill the pain like cortisone And grant me intimacy How'll we split your

I can't stop drinking about you No one's gonna love you like I do I gotta numb the pain Without you I ain't the same So pour a shot in my glass and I'll forget forever! (Wow oh) So pour a shot in my glass 'cause it makes everything better! (Wow oh) I

That's just my signature move I can't help you! What you want? Get in line! Take a number! If you leave it up to me And then I'll break it up Shoot myself in the foot To make a point I can't prove Stop! Not my fault, not at all!

Help me get down I can make it If I only knew the answer I wouldn't be bothering you And if all our days are numbered Then why do I keep counting? There's a plane, and I am flying There's a mountain waiting for me

I've become so numb Can I get an encore, do you want more Cooking raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time I need y'all to roar Now what the hell are you waiting for? After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, make some noise Caught in