Everytime I hear that couldn't care less laughnI feel like a piece of woodnMy arms won't do what I want them tonAnd my legs don't do what they shouldnI feel like summer thundernShot-up and shutdown in a shut-up shop town nIn a shut your mouthnAnd sit right down and take it downnnI don't know how it cut up this roughnI just don't know how it got this unjustnI'm looking for a long straight roadnBut I can't see it for rising dustnI feel like summer thundernI've got a storm held in this frame nSell me a fix sell me a lienIn the end it's going to breaknAnd I won't care if this country diesnnDo I look like how I feelnLike a would-be murderer who knows it's not the waynnShot up and shutdownnIn a shut up shop townnIn a shut your mouthnAnd sit right down and take it downnnMost of England is sleeping in the sun nBut not everyone