So whether music or madness
To live by one of the two,
By one of the two.
Go on, fill your heart up with gladness!
Not a moment too soon!
Not a moment too soon!
Should we ration the reasons
To the charts that ignore
Of this I've never been sure.
So I will follow the feeling,
And sing fever to the form,
Only my fever to the form.
Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm
Cause the very thing you're afraid, afraid of
It keeps you clean but unclear
Clean but unclear.
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Is the dirt that you're made, you're made of
And that's nothing to fear
No, it's nothing, my dear!
How did I know what you're thinking?
Maybe I thought it before!
Maybe that's why I'm at your window
Hear me at your door
Singing give me some more
Oh fever to the form
Won't you hear me at your door?
Singing give me some more!
Cause you were never empty
And we've been here before
Yes, we've been here before
But now there's always plenty
Yet still we ask for more
Singing fever to the form.