[Verse 1]
I searched 'psychiatry' and surveyed the facts
Eighty-three billion dollars say Americans can't relax
I understand completely but I'd rather not ask
I'll clear the cobwebs from the corners
And dispose of the vacuum bag...

[Pre-Chorus]
You're English, you'll be fine
You'll be fine

[Chorus]
Well getchoo! Getchoo! Getchoo!
But it's all downhill from here
It's all downhill from here
Getchoo! Getchoo! Getchoo!
But it's all downhill from here
It's all downhill from here

[Verse 2]
This cabin fever
The shocks and the shivers
Intoxicant rivers through binge drinkers' livers
There's acres of dead space cadets
They're gonna need therapy
With your last breath sigh...
[Refrain]
Thanks for the memory
But, it was getting in the
It was getting in the way lately
Here's to the memory
But if it's not killing me
It doesn't bother me
Uh-uh
Thanks for the memory
But, it was getting in the
It was getting in the way lately
Here's to the memory
But if it's not killing me
It doesn't bother me
Yeah

[Chorus]
Well getchoo! Getchoo! Getchoo!
But it's all downhill from here
It's all downhill from here
Getchoo! Getchoo! Getchoo!
But it's all downhill from here
It's all downhill from here

[Bridge](x2)
Forty yard pass through the graveyard
What I can't catch is all you get!
Acres of dead space cadets
[Verse 3]
This cabin fever
The shocks and the shivers
Intoxicant rivers through binge drinkers' livers
There's acres of dead space cadets
They're gonna need therapy
With your last breath sigh...

[Pre-Chorus]
You're English, you'll be fine
You're English, you'll be fine
You'll be fine

[Chorus]
Well getchoo! Getchoo! Getchoo!
But it's all downhill from here
It's all downhill from here
Getchoo! Getchoo! Getchoo!
But it's all downhill from here
It's all downhill from here

[Outro]
So this is how it sounds when you are digitized
Through a USB interface
Hunted relentlessly by wolves
And the humming of pylons
Yes, perhaps it is ridiculous to think that you will never feel further than your nerve endings
And never see further than the end of the rods and cones of your retina
But you I know that the best love letters lack form or shape
Our imminent glances and gestures
The sad smile across the canopes
The tight grip on your hand to keep the panic attack at bay