All day long I sing this old song my head the same old record's on Sound I know, the engines And the disappears, oh, my love
Laying on the floor I think about And did he ever lay drinking? Telling his friends reefer in his Hey, man, some day I'm gonna make a big
Or does that of talk just come to us folk Who can't find an S on our So just keep wheeling, dealing, bus-stop Laying on the floor and staring at the ceiling
Sound I know, the engines And the disappears, oh, my love
in the tub I thought about rock 'n roll And has it been done before? Guess so, just getting your dick sucked don't make it any less good than it once was Oh, my God, I wish that this dream stop, start again
When I get I'm gonna move to the country Breathe air, man, turn televisions off For a while, style Gotta just breathe in, breathe out, in
The you know, get paid, you get laid Go and you listen as the doc says Don't drink, smoke, work hard, be fun Don't eat no junk, it just enough to make you Wanna go get That's what Ive done
Well, anyway the drink got me What a friend had said, guess what he is nothing but the flow of serotonin
It got to do with Jesus Christ got to do with wrong or right Oh, me out, friend, but can it be right? That it all boils down to how the chemicals flow to soul?
Serotonin into my Serotonin into my Serotonin my soul Serotonin into my