My blood moves,
I feel all right.
My ritual followed us to paradise.
My blood moves,
I feel all right.
Don't touch me,
Cuz I've had too much to feel tonight.

I'm a martyr of a new and magic kind.
It's gettin' easy not to suffer all the time.

My good time,
I feel all right.
My ritual followed us to paradise.
My blood moves,
I feel all right.
Don't touch me cuz you're still too much to feel tonight.

Not tonight, I repeat, me over.
I'm a martyr of a new and magic kind.
It's getting easy not to suffer all the time.
My sense of humor might have narrowed with my age,
But happy anarchy is all I really crave.

Trying to be good, while I get my fill,
Will I get what I need?
I don't know if I will.
When I take it in, will I make it my own again.
My own again.

My good time, I feel all right.
My ritual got my through another night.

I'm a martyr of a new and magic kind,
It's getting easy not to suffer all the time.
My sense of humor might have narrowed with my age,
But happy anarchy is all I really crave.
It's all I want.
It's all I need.
So come over.