All day long I sing this same old Around my the same old record's on Sound I know, the slow And the ground disappears, oh, my
on the floor I think about Superman And did he ever lay around Telling his friends in his hand Hey, man, some day I'm make a big splash
Or does that kind of talk just to us folk Who find an S on our chests? So just wheeling, dealing, bus-stop dreaming Laying on the and just staring at the ceiling
I know, the engines slow And the disappears, oh, my love
Laying in the tub I about rock 'n roll And has it already been before? Guess so, it's just getting your dick They don't it any less good than it once was Oh, my God, I that this dream would stop, start again
When I get well I'm move to the country Breathe air, man, turn televisions off For a while, Eskimo Gotta breathe in, breathe out, breathe in
The you know, get paid, you get laid Go and you listen as the doc says Don't drink, don't smoke, hard, be fun Don't eat no junk, ain't it just enough to you Wanna go get drunk? what Ive done
Well, anyway the drink got me What a had said, guess what he said Happiness is nothing but the of serotonin
It aint got to do with Jesus 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 your
into my soul Serotonin my soul Serotonin into my Serotonin my soul