My Oh My

They lit a fire in the belly of the patron saint of indifference And he came like a fever to my bloodstream
Saying, “leave it alone, leave it alone
You are ill¬ fit to condemn or condone
Leave it alone, leave it alone, leave it alone.”

My oh my, oh, I don’t feel myself today
I’m the wind at the back of a float in a slow parade
My oh my, oh, I don’t feel myself today
I’m the wind at the back of a float in a slow parade
My oh my, oh, I don’t feel myself today
The crowd begins to applaud as the clouds start to dissipate
My oh my, oh, I don’t feel myself today
My oh my, oh, I don’t feel myself today
My oh my, oh, I don’t feel myself today
My oh my, oh my