Pulp Spike Island Lyrics

Something stopped me dead in my tracks
I was headed for disaster and then I turned back
I was wrestling with a coat hanger, can you guess who won?
The universe shrugged, shrugged then moved on

It's a guess, no idea
It's a feeling
Not a voice in my head
Just a feeling

And by the way
Spike Island come alive by the way
This time I'll get it right, oh
Not a shaman, or a showman, ashamed I was selling the rights
I took a breather, and decided not to ruin my life
I was conforming to a cosmic design
I was playing to type
Until I walked back to the gardеn of earthly delights

I was born to perform It's a calling
I еxist to do this
Shouting and pointing

And by the way
Spike Island come alive by the way
This time I'll get it right, oh

No-one will ever understand it
And no-one will ever have the last word
Because it's not something you could ever say
So swivel

Ahhhh
It's a guess, no idea
It's a feeling
Not a voice
In my head
Just a feeling
And by the way
Spike Island come alive by the way, uh
And this time I'll get it right, yeah
And by the way
Spike Island come alive by the way
This time I'll get it right, oh