Текст: Powderfinger. Internationalist. Don't Wanna Be Left Out.

I creep around slowly and receive from the TV
Signals about my life
I've no dedication to my medication
I'm otherwise occupied

An ambitious plan to bring attention to myself
A cerebral hit-man permeates my mental health

But I don?t want to be left out
So will you take me too?
When the supper is handed out
There will be room for two

Now I'm flying away
Stupefy and sedate

At my own invitation a new celebration
Of how I became a man
This whole evolution and manic confusion
To unlock and understand

In a past life, I'm sure I was a princess then
A princess wife, my hypnotist, he took me there

But I don?t want to be left out
So will you take me too?
When the supper is handed out
There will be room for two

Now I'm flying away
Stupefy and sedate

Now you show up, bright and clear eyed
Now you show up, bright and clear eyed

But I don?t want to be left out
So, will you take me too?
When the supper is handed out
There will be room for two

Now I'm flying away
Stupefy and sedate