He wished to right the wrongs, he sang religious songs,
He kept the private he under a lock and key,
Heat keeps rising in an age of passion, shakes his conscience to the core,
Slap back, hand-slap, take a tongue-lashing,
My poor soul can’t take it no more.
On the fritz,
On the fritz,
There he sits,
He’s on the fritz.
He gets his ego there, it was a sad affair – on the fritz,
The inner circle knows, and so the story goes – on the fritz,
Airborne rules don’t chip away the image, but you knew the stakes were higher,
First they’ve got you thinking you’re a prophet, now they’ve got you living a lie.
On the fritz,
On the fritz,
There he sits,
He’s on the fritz.
He kept his ego there, it was a sad affair – on the fritz,
The public’s had enough, they’ve come to call your bluff – on the fritz,
Small talk breeds where demons come a-crashing,
Who will conquer wild wills?
No one hears you, go ahead and cash in,
If you don’t die to yourself, pride kills.
On the fritz, (on the fritz)
On the fritz, (on the fritz)
There he sits, (there he sits)
He’s on the fritz,
On the fritz, (on the fritz) (yeah, fritz)
On the fritz, (on the fritz)
There he sits, (there he sits) (fritz)
He’s on the fritz,
On the fritz, (on the fritz)
On the fritz, (on the fritz)
There he sits, (there he sits) (yeah, fritz)
On the fritz,
(fade)
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