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Slick Shoes Wake Up Screaming

I feel far from all I know. Feel so far from myself. Another day. Another town. Another state. Does it even matter now? With nothing good to say I'm

in my way. Not just on my strength alone I've fought for so long. It will take more than that before I give up. I have seen strong and weak give up along

Why do I do things that hurt you? Intentions start out good, but end up twisted. All of the time I fall away then come running back when hurt. You open

I have noticed things about myself. It seems they never stay under the rug. I've swept them too. I don't know how I have gone on for so long. If only

I wake up. A new day has come. It seems so hard to get out of bed. Sometimes I question. 'What is it for' it gets hard to find meaning in the routine

You've had it up to here this time. All talk with no action. You always say you're at the end of the line. You've got no one to blame but yourself. Your

Me, me, myself, and I. I guess I'm scared you lied to me again. I guess foolish as I am. I have a weakness for you 'cause once you cared for me. We all

brawl And all That Jazz [Announcer] Make that two) [Velma Kelly] And all that jazz And all that jazz Slick your hair And wear your buckle shoes And