Tickets to What You Need

Im turning the lights down low

Ready to make my move

Get you tickets to what you need

Im treading the borderlines

And ruining peoples lives by giving them what they need

Youre quite right to ask whats wrong with me

You want to take a look at my head

Even Ive been thinking whats wrong with me

I watch the news instead

Im turning madonna down

Im calling it my best move

Ill get her tickets to what she needs

Im hugging my eiderdown

Employing a microscope

To find you the things you need

Now Im ready to tell you whats wrong with me

Im feeling the emptiness rise

And Id trade the whole thing quite gladly

For something of similar size

Shape, colour, weight, change your shirt, dont be late.

Im turning the lights down low

Ready to make my move

Get you tickets to what you need

Whats wrong with me, whats wrong with me? 

Whats wrong with me, whats wrong with me?