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