You try to open me up
Like a music box
You think you'll hear some sweet song
I just erupt like Vesuvius
Like you said something horribly wrong
Why is it
The one I get fed up with
Is the one that I can't do without
You're nothing but good to me
And I keep exploding
Can't even remember
What it was about
Call the authorities
Call the powers that be
Call security
And tell them what's
Happened to me
It's like I was stuck in this
Amusement park
And I am less amused all the time
It's like I played all the games
And went on all the silly rides
Feels like I went up too high
I was spun round too many times
'Cause I can't help feeling sick
And tired
Call the paramedic
Get some one to do something
Call a mechanic
I think I'm malfunctioning
Call wolf, Call wolf
Call horror, call terror
Call bloody murder
Call horror, call terror
Call bloody murder
Call wolf, Call wolf
Martina sorbara - vocals/acousticguitar
Adam hay - drums
Rich brown - ba**
Kevin fox - electric guitar
Jian ghomeshi - percussion