Anxiety

I feel that I'm fairly well adjusted mostly

But I hate it when these people stand closely.

Most folks just love hittin' parties.

Bust through the door, run and hug everybody.

Not me. I kinda creep in slowly.

Scan the room for people that know me

And if it's none then holy crap.

Somebody gotta hold me back.

And if the keg is tapped then I'm on it.

I mean on and on and on on it.

And if you paid a little more to get the good pour

Then you know Wheelie be fallin'.

But I don't want to be the one that's stuck

Head in the toilet, throwin' up.

I wander back home then I wonder what

That I did to get my head hit and thumped

Now listen. I can't relate

And you better stand back three feet away.

Because my head gets red and I start to shake

And it's clear that I got a problem, OK?

I am an R-O-B-O-T-I-C M-I-C freak

With human anxiety. Anxiety.

If I gotta speak up, then I start to sweat

In a room full of people that I've never met.

You know I'd rather be home stuck in the apartment

Cuz my shirt's now soaked through, soppin' wet.

Oh God, here we go. Not again.

My heart starts beatin' faster and then

I can't breath. I'm all filled with phlegm

I can't see cuz I got tunnel vision.

Oh crap. It's a panic attack.

Somebody grab me the paper sack.

I new it'd be bad when the room was packed

And now I feel myself faintin', fallin' back.

I mean STAT. I think I need some medication

Cuz I'm always in these bad situations.

And I swear that I'll be a good patient

I hate it when I gotta be sedated and complacent.

Face it. I could use some therapy.

Cuz I always feel these people gotta stare at me.

Tweakin' like I'm on methamphetamines.

This is why everybody's always ahead of me.

I am an R-O-B-O-T-I-C M-I-C freak

With human anxiety. Anxiety.

Bring the Jackson 5 back.

Bring the Jackson 5 right back, bring 'em back.

Bring the Jackson 5 back.

Bring the Jackson 5 right back, bring 'em back, Stumblebee.

Bring the Jackson 5 back.

Bring the Jackson 5 right back, bring 'em back, Powerthighs.

Bring the Jackson 5 back.

Bring the Jackson 5 right back, bring 'em back, everybody.

Bring the Jackson 5 back.

Bring the Jackson 5 right back, bring 'em back!

Now my head isn't really that bad, is it?

My therapist told me that last visit.

And I have considered benefits of better livin'

But I'm givin' up on it, I need a hand, get it?

Got it? Good. Tell me what I should

Do to repair what is wrong under my hood.

Should I pay some white-suited dude

To look into the circuits of my mind?

I need much more than a mechanic, though.

I feel weird bot, yo I can't stand it, so

I get stressed out, about to hit panic mode.

I need help, buddy, hand me the antedote because

I am an R-O-B-O-T-I-C M-I-C freak