text: One, two, three, four
  Waking up dead, inside of my head
  Would never, never do
  There is no med— No medicine to take
  Ive had a chance to be insane, asylum from the falling rain
  Ive had a chance to break
  It’s so bad, it’s got to be good
  Mysterious girl misunderstood, dressed like a wedding cake
  Any other day and I might play a funeral march for Bonnie Brae
  Why try and run away?
  Slow cheetah, come before my forest
  Looks like its on today
  Slow cheetah, come, its so euphoric
  No matter what they say
  I knew a girl
  She worked in a store, she knew not what her life was for
  She barely knew her name
  They tried to tell her she would never be as happy as a girl in a magazine
  She bought it with her pay
  Slow cheetah, come before my forest
  Looks like its on today
  Slow cheetah, come, its so euphoric
  No matter what they say
  Everyone has so much to say
  They talk, talk, talk their lives away
  Don’t even hesitate
  Walking on down to the burial ground
  It’s a very old dance with a merry old sound
  Looks like its on today
  Slow cheetah, come before my forest
  Looks like its on today
  Slow cheetah, come, its so euphoric
  No matter what they say
  Slow cheetah, come before my forest
  Looks like its on today
  Slow cheetah, come, its so euphoric
  No matter what they say