The Feelers Lyrics
"The Fear"
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Don't play the tortured artist with me
Or you can pack up all your bags and then leave
Yeah, you know what I'm saying
And I'm praying for you to take heed
It's like your mother was drunk all the time
And your brother turned to a life of crime
Yeah, you fear he's lost direction
You fear he's finally lost his way
[Chorus]
Well, look out on the bright side
Look out to the world
Look out at all the boys and the girls
Look out on the bright side
Look out to the world
Look out at all the boys and the girls, yeah
Don't play the tortured artist with me
'Cause it's not all about you, now what about me
You can save your breath, son
'Cause I never said that I was gonna leave you
It's like your father, he never came home
And your sister spent her life on the phone
And all the other kids used to give you shit all the time
[Chorus]
Just look out on the bright side
Look out to the world
Look out at all the boys and the girls
Look out on the bright side
Look out to the world
Look out at all the boys and the girls
Maybe I'll dive for treasure
Or maybe I'll ski the world
Or maybe I'll just go live in the hills
Maybe I'll find my pleasure
With some far-off Eastern girl
Or maybe I'll still be living in the hills, yeah
Yeah, oh
Yeah, oh
Don't play the tortured artist with me
Don't play the tortured artist with me
It's a fear of losing direction
It's a fear you've lost your way
It's a fear of losing face and that someone can replace you
It's a fear of losing direction
It's a fear you've lost your way
It's a fear of losing face and that someone can replace you
[Chorus]
So look out on the bright side
Look out to the world
Look out at all the boys and the girls
Look out on the bright side
Look out to the world
Look out at all the boys and the girls
Just look out at the world
Look out at the world
Look out at the world
Look out at the world
Look out at the world
Look out at the world
Just look out at the world
Look out at the world
Look out at the world
Look out at the world
Look out at the world
Look out at the world
Just don't play the tortured artist with me
© 2003 The Feelers
Written by James Reid
Or you can pack up all your bags and then leave
Yeah, you know what I'm saying
And I'm praying for you to take heed
It's like your mother was drunk all the time
And your brother turned to a life of crime
Yeah, you fear he's lost direction
You fear he's finally lost his way
[Chorus]
Well, look out on the bright side
Look out to the world
Look out at all the boys and the girls
Look out on the bright side
Look out to the world
Look out at all the boys and the girls, yeah
Don't play the tortured artist with me
'Cause it's not all about you, now what about me
You can save your breath, son
'Cause I never said that I was gonna leave you
It's like your father, he never came home
And your sister spent her life on the phone
And all the other kids used to give you shit all the time
[Chorus]
Just look out on the bright side
Look out to the world
Look out at all the boys and the girls
Look out on the bright side
Look out to the world
Look out at all the boys and the girls
Maybe I'll dive for treasure
Or maybe I'll ski the world
Or maybe I'll just go live in the hills
Maybe I'll find my pleasure
With some far-off Eastern girl
Or maybe I'll still be living in the hills, yeah
Yeah, oh
Yeah, oh
Don't play the tortured artist with me
Don't play the tortured artist with me
It's a fear of losing direction
It's a fear you've lost your way
It's a fear of losing face and that someone can replace you
It's a fear of losing direction
It's a fear you've lost your way
It's a fear of losing face and that someone can replace you
[Chorus]
So look out on the bright side
Look out to the world
Look out at all the boys and the girls
Look out on the bright side
Look out to the world
Look out at all the boys and the girls
Just look out at the world
Look out at the world
Look out at the world
Look out at the world
Look out at the world
Look out at the world
Just look out at the world
Look out at the world
Look out at the world
Look out at the world
Look out at the world
Look out at the world
Just don't play the tortured artist with me
© 2003 The Feelers
Written by James Reid
This song is from the album "Playground Battle" and "The Best: '98-'08".