All day long I sing this same old my head the same old record's on Sound I know, the slow And the disappears, oh, my love
Laying on the floor I about Superman And did he lay around drinking? Telling his reefer in his hand Hey, man, some day I'm gonna make a big
Or does that of talk just come to us folk Who find an S on our chests? So just keep wheeling, dealing, bus-stop on the floor and just staring at the ceiling
Sound I know, the engines And the ground disappears, oh, my
Laying in the tub I thought about 'n roll And has it already been before? Guess so, it's just your dick sucked don't make it any less good than it once was Oh, my God, I wish that this dream would stop, start
When I get I'm gonna 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 as the doc says Don't drink, don't smoke, hard, be fun eat no junk, ain't it just enough to make you Wanna go get drunk? That's what Ive
Well, anyway the got me thinking What a friend had said, guess he said is nothing but the flow of serotonin
It aint got to do Jesus Christ Nothing got to do with wrong or Oh, me out, friend, but can it be right? That it all boils down to how the chemicals flow to your
Serotonin into my Serotonin my soul Serotonin my soul into my soul