"Feeling Fine" lyrics

Calling a toast and brimming and boasting
Items you picked off the dead
Somberly reverent when it's evident
Cameras are trained on your head
Scratching the itches from the stitches
From the fake accident
I don't believe you I never did
You always struck me as a fed

I'm gonna saunter down the mountain
As the flames lick the pine
And the mansion on the hill is smoldering in permanent fire
Burn my past life in effigy
Gather up what is left of me
And saunter down the mountain as the flames lick the pine

Guess what fucker
I'm feeling fine
Guess what fucker
I'm feeling fine

Panic attack that's one way to put
That skeptical minds might suggest
It's a performance caused by enormous
Feelings of specialness
Kissing the ring of all the singers
For a pat on the head
Small consolation your motivation
Was to try to get their respect

I'm gonna saunter down the mountain
As the flames lick the pine
And the mansion on the hill is smoldering in permanent fire
Burn my past life in effigy
Gather up what is left of me
And saunter down the mountain as the flames lick the pine

Guess what fucker
I'm feeling fine
Guess what fucker
I'm feeling fine
Guess what fucker
I'm feeling fine
Guess what fucker
I'm feeling fine

Under the skin
Under the skin I'm rolling bones

Guess what fucker
I'm feeling fine
Guess what fucker
I'm feeling fine
Guess what fucker
I'm feeling fine
Guess what fucker
I'm feeling fine