Steve Wynn & The Miracle 3 - Wired lyrics

My head just isn't right I sleep an hour every night The rest is only fits and starts It's tearing me apart Curled in the sheets Burned by the heat That's what I need To slow down the speed The bed is smoking like a furnace My head begins to turn, it's Like a big weight Dragging me down Please baby please baby Down on my knees baby Sometimes the cure Is worse than the disease baby Oh, why am I wired this way? Every time I try to check it Something comes along to wreck it You really want to sing the blues? Well, go and watch the evening news The rest is only neuroses, psychoses Holy moses!