Condition Critical — Quiet Riot

Oh the tension's mounting The pressure starts to show All the men in haunting Please don't let me go

Try to free my body Try to strap me down These'll never break me Free wheel to look at me

Condition critical I'm feeling physical Condition critical Not really cynical

The bells they are ringing Or is it in my head My nerves numb understanding I'm falling out of bed

So call it paranoia I don't see it that way (Let's go) You say I adore ya We're gonna rock they way

Condition critical I'm feeling physical Condition critical Not really cynical

Ooh ooh

Whips and chains Don't feel no pain What's so wrong I think I'm going out of my head Over heels I can't feel No pain, only pleasure Get me out Take me home Can't you see my condition

Woo-woo-woo

Condition Condition Condition critical, critical

Condition Condition Condition critical

Condition critical I'm feeling physical Condition critical Not really cynical

Condition critical I'm feeling physical Condition critical Not really cynical (Cynical)

Condition Condition Condition critical, critical

Condition Condition Condition critical, critical

Condition Condition Condition critical, critical

Condition Condition Condition critical, critical

Condition Condition Condition critical, critical

The pressure is mounting I'm on the critical list, hell!

Ooh-ooh-ooh