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