(Get that motherfucker on the telephone
I said get that motherfucker on the telephone)

You can do anything you want
Baby, I don't care
You can talk all that shit to me
I'll just sit and stare
You can use every trick in the book
Do what you like
I know one day you'll be out of my life
And that'll be out of sight

And it's all in my mind
And it's all of the time

You can stop your begging girl
It'll never work out
I need to be out there in the world
I wanna know what it's about
The time you spent with me
It was a bad dream
You pretended you were in love
But you don't know what it means

And it's all in my mind
And it's all of the time
Yeah, it's all in my mind
I'm surprised I'm still alive

You've gotta go
Yeah, you've gotta go

Lyrics submitted by embassyrow

Feast of the First Morning song meanings
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