Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Astronauts, etc.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Ferraro
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Anthony Ferraro
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm just taking it in
Trying to hide my rusted faith
Don't pay attention to me
I throw my phone in the Ganges, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Like a shivering bird
With its eye on a full plate
Just want to believe
My body wants to believe
[Chorus]
I hear it used to be
You could get to Heaven by being crazy
That's the sort of thing I want to believe
That's the sort of thing I want to believe
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I hear it used to be
You could get to Heaven by being crazy
That's the sort of thing I want to believe
That's the sort of thing I want to believe
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 3]
I think of her every day
She visits me with Ecstasy
Maybe I'll call her St. Terese
St. Terese
[Verse 4]
All I ask of myself
Is a little honesty
And when it's too much to ask
I get down on my hands and knees
[Chorus]
I hear it used to be
You could get to Heaven by being crazy
That's the sort of thing I want to believe
That's the sort of thing I want to believe
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I hear it used to be
You could get to Heaven by being crazy
That's the sort of thing I want to believe
That's the sort of thing I want to believe
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Bridge]
I'm not your rational
I'm not your rational toy
I'm a professional
I'm a professional void
I'm not your rational
I'm not your national boy
I'm an implacable
I'm an implacable noise
[Outro]
I'm not your rational
I'm not your rational toy
I'm a professional
I'm a professional void
I'm not your rational
Rational, rational boy
I am the actual
Actual, actual
Written by: Anthony Ferraro