Hey Do You Feel Good

The Servant

When I was a boy I could fly 
I mean I really, really, really could fly 
I'd stand on the stairs 
And down and down I'd go 
Up above every step 

And suddenly these memories are my thoughts 
As the Oxford Street I walk 
Rages on 
And I push my way deep into the crowds 
Like a bullet into a cloud 
And the pinstriped angels cry 
Like trumpets in the sky: 

Hey do you feel good? 
Do you feel fine most of the time? 
Hey do you want more? 
Well jump in your coat 
And walk through that door 
That door 

When I was a boy I could fly 
I mean I really, really, really could fly 
I'd stand on the stairs 
And down and down I'd go 
Up above every step 

And suddenly these memories are my thoughts 
As on Oxford Street I walk 
Raging along 
Was it a dream? 
Was it a scene in a play 
Sent down by a cathode ray? 
And the pinstriped angels cry 
Like trumpets in the sky: 

Hey do you feel good? 
Do you feel fine most of the time? 
Hey do you want more? 
Well jump in your shades 
And walk through that door 
That door 

Hey do you feel good? 
Do you feel fine most of the time? 
Hey do you want more? 
Well smash up your phone 
And walk through my door 

I said 
Hey do you feel good? 
Do you feel fine most of the time? 
Most of the time 
Most of the time