All the nasty things you now adore
Made me feel sick long time before
We gathered this plastic band of four
Combination of pricks, nothing more
I'm stressed

Wha-oh stressed
My life is like no holidays
But no one ever wants to face the consequence
Of stress

Now it's getting hard for me to go
But I need to hurry up ‘cause I know
Of what I'm looking for I won't get much
I just want a bit of a human touch
I'm stressed, yes!

Whoa-oh stressed
My life is like no holidays
But no one ever wants to face the consequence
Of stress

Whoa-oh
Out of your mind, oh-oh-oh-oh
Wake up at night, am I right?
Tired of things getting tight

Stressed
My life is like no holidays
But no one ever wants to face the consequence
‘Cause I’m stressed
Sometimes we act like psychopaths
We're nothing but the marionettes
Of stress