Feeling Fine Lyrics

Calling a toast and brimming and boasting items you picked off the dead

Somberly reverent when it's evident cameras are trained on your head

Scratching the itches from the stitches

From the fake accident

I don't believe you i never did you always struck me as a fed

I'm gonna saunter down the mountain

As the flames lick the pine

And the mansion on the hill is smoldering in permanent fire

Burn my past life in effigy

Gather up what is left of me

And saunter down the mountain as the flames lick the pine

Guess what fucker

I'm feeling fine

Guess what fucker

I'm feeling fine

Panic attack that's one way to put that skeptical minds might suggest

It's a performance caused by enormous feelings of specialness

Kissing the ring of all the singers just for a pat on the head

Small consolation your motivation was to try to get their respect

I'm gonna saunter down the mountain

As the flames lick the pine

And the mansion on the hill is smoldering in permanent fire

Burn my past life in effigy

Gather up what is left of me

And saunter down the mountain as the flames lick the pine

Guess what fucker

I'm feeling fine

Guess what fucker

I'm feeling fine

Guess what fucker

I'm feeling fine

Guess what fucker

I'm feeling fine

Under the skin

Under the skin I'm rolling bones

Guess what fucker

I'm feeling fine

Guess what fucker

I'm feeling fine

Guess what fucker

I'm feeling fine

Guess what fucker

I'm feeling fine