text: Got this feeling that today doesnt like me
  Oh the air tastes like flowers and paint
  Theres a sink full of bottles and cutlery
  And the car has got a list of complaints
  I just wish I were a toothbrush or a solder gun
  Make me something somebody can use
  We can wish on the pop of a light bulb
  Or those photos lying yellowed and curled
  Loose in boxes near abandoned electronics
  In the corners of the basements of the world
  Guess our wishes dont do dishes or brake repairs
  Make them something somebody can use
  Got a face full of ominous weather
  Smirking smile of a high pressure ridge
  Got more faults than the state of California
  And the heart is a badly built bridge
  Seems the most I have to offer doesnt offer much
  Make it something somebody can use
  Make this something somebody can use