Wolfgang   Wolfgang [Incomprehensible]   Wolfgang   Wolfgang      Face the facts and don't look back   There's a hole in this middle town affair   There's a whole inquest, like a hole in rest   That I think I'm going to have to sit in      You're a sleeping bag   You're a rhyming slug      Pressure, pressure      Man is sick of chairs   From the heart of the sins above ground   Around here, I think I'm Jesus   And I'm sick of all the songs about love      Head hunt in Birmingham   We're going to hurry down the same old roads   I'm not going to think that I'm a Jesus   Sorry this and sorry that's the same old bone      Pressure, pressure      [Incomprehensible]      Fix this, kiss this      I'm not sick, I'm going to handle this   I'm going to have everything I want to have   I'm going to seed some mean   I'm going to raise a scene   I'm going to raise everything I ever had      I'm not sick, I'm going to handle this   I'm going to