Album: Dear Frustrated Superstar (2001)

Jump

Oh good Lord above, I'm immune to the love of a good man
I go for the suckers, those mean motherfuckers I can't resist.
If I should get bitten. As long as he's smitten I understand
That pain comes with pleasure, such bittersweet treasure cannot be missed.

So how can you help me now?
I can't help myself....

I go on and jump, give it a try
Checking the parachute, see if it flies.
Oh I don't care if I should fall I never bruise....
I go on and just, give it a try
Don't call the ambulance, I'm still alive
And if I should break my neck I'll make the news.

The Friday night ritual of pulling habitual non-entities.
The lawyers, the bankers, the next morning thank you's and "call you soon..."
These public school faces, I thought time erases one's misery
Oh no, it comes back to haunt you, old photos will taunt of your big mistake

So how can you save me now?
I can't save myself....

I go on and jump, give it a try
Checking the parachute, see if it flies.
I don't care if i should fall I never bruise....
I go on and jump, give it a try
Don't call the ambulance, I'm still alive
And if I should break my neck I'll make the news.

I go on and jump, give it a try
Checking the parachute, see if it flies.
Oh if I should break my neck I never bruise....
I go on and jump, give it a try
Don't call the ambulance, I'm still alive
And if I should break my neck I'll make the news.
I go on and jump, give it a try
Don't call the ambulance, I'm still alive
And if I should break my neck I'll make the news.