Oh ee oh
Am I just about to lose my mind?
It was fun for five minutes, but I preferred it when I had less time
And I'm sick of sensation
It's a stroke of luck, you can plug me in if I stink of frustration
It's the perfume of excess, I think

Oh ee oh
It was purple but the seasons changed
Now the vibe is complacent
and the smiles have all been prearranged
Let's go out and get vacant
in a complex crush of the fake and floored
But we think that we hate it
We hate it more when we're just staying bored

We want to
I don't want to do any of this without you
Ahh
We want to
I don't want to do any of this without you
Ahh

Oh ee oh
I invented life of open doors, every day is gold plated
and the shamrock friends I can't afford
And I'm sick of sensation
It's a stroke of luck, you can plug me in if I stink of frustration
It's the perfume of excess, I think

We want to
I don't want to do any of this without you