The Grip Lyrics

I'm in the grip, I'm a sinking ship Fee! nothing, feel no pride Red lips - took control One taste and I'm a vegetable You see no answers in my eyes Bring answers to my throne All my senses, come and gone I'm in the grip of blondie hair Discus eyes - no underwear It's bad, feels divine, gets meaner every time And all the people are singing “hey, hey, hey” We know you and we know where you stay Never mind, mother is the word I'm in the grip; of a 2 -hour day I'm in the grip of what to say I'm in the grip of the sun in the morning I'm in the grip of my feet in the evening But I’m in the grip I'm in the grip of friends who say “my, my” If you are lucky you will die So have some fun and say goodbye