Restless Songtext
von Shooting Gallery

You talk too much, oh, you never shut up
Come hell or high water, you′re still
You're still a chatterbox
You talk too much
Chatterbox
And I′ve met all the men who have been through your bed
Well, somehow now, baby, I think
They just messed up your head
Your little head
Messed up your head

When the time comes in, yeah
It all starts to spin 'round
Don't get excited
′Cause it just might bring those feelings down
You make me restless, uh-huh
You make me restless


Your nose is frosty from blowouts
Six days in a row
Was it eight guys or ten guys you slept with?
Well, only heaven knows
High above
Welcome to Silicon City
It′s all tits and ass to me
Where Tropicana fun wrestlers marry rock stars
Must be some loco disease
L.A. fleas, ugh

When the time comes in, yeah
It all starts to spin 'round
Don′t get excited
'Cause it just might bring those feelings down
Fake all attractions
When you′re in action, just can't slow down
In the final room, yeah
When you hit the ground, we′ll be around
To take you down
And leave you breathless

You make me restless
So restless
One, two, three, four, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah


When the time comes in, yeah
It all starts to spin 'round
Don't get excited
′Cause it just might bring those feelings down
You make me restless, uh-huh
You make me restless

You make me restless
So restless
(You make me restless, uh-huh)
You make me restless
So restless
Shut up