Fried

What you got is what you make it
 What you got
 What you got is what you make it
 What you got is what you make it
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 Totally fried, totally cooked
 Totally fried and fucked up
 Been fourteen days and there's been no let up
 And there's no one here to pull my plug
 Now I'm gonna stop when I'm on my back
 I'm gonna stop when I collapse
 Oh, inside feels like a maze
 Outside, it's all a haze
 Man, I'm a greedy mess
 Must be those feeders
 Said I'm gonna clean up
 Man, gotta clean up
 What you got is what you make it
 What you got is what you make it
 What we have never seems to be enough
 You just gotta learn to fake it
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 So I jump on a plane and I crash a car
 And I try to sleep with all the stars
 And all the other fakers were spick and span
 They came with their own insurance plans
 Well, I'm gonna stop when I'm on my back
 I'm gonna stop when I collapse
 Been twenty-one days and there's been no let up
 And there's no home I can call my own
 Ah, greedy mess, must be the feeders
 Said I'm gonna clean up
 Man, gotta clean up
 What you got is what you make it
 What you got is what you make it
 You can sit down, you can beat yourself up
 But you know what you should be thinking?
 What you got is what you make it
 What you got is what you make it
 And what we have is what we make it
 You just gotta learn to fake it
 (What you got is what you make it) Come on, come on, come on
 (What you got is what you make it) Come on, come on, come on, come on
 (What you got is what you make it)
 You just gotta learn to fake it