Testo: Powderfinger. Internationalist. Belter.

You go, I feel like dropping bombs
Between your eyes but not today
Too slow, I feel like sinking arrows
In your mind, you're all the same

You don't have to reveal it
You get trouble concede
You don't have to reveal it

Are you feeling right?
Are you feeling right?
A defeated sight
Are you feeling right?

You go soaking up your public appetite
The war you wage
Too slow, I tell you once again
You're not my type, you're all the same
Something come along gonna make a change

You don't have to reveal it
You get trouble concede
You don't have to reveal it

Are you feeling right?
Are you feeling right?
A defeated sight
Are you feeling right?