All day I sing this same old song Around my head the same old on Sound I know, the engines And the ground disappears, oh, my
Laying on the I think about Superman And did he lay around drinking? Telling his friends reefer in his Hey, man, day I'm gonna make a big splash
Or that kind of talk just come to us folk Who can't find an S on our So keep wheeling, dealing, bus-stop dreaming 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 done before? Guess so, just getting your dick sucked They don't it any less good than it once was Oh, my God, I wish that this dream would stop, again
When I get well I'm gonna to the country Breathe clean air, man, turn off For a while, style Gotta just breathe in, breathe out, in
The city you know, get paid, you get Go clinic and you as the doc says Don't drink, smoke, work hard, be fun Don't eat no junk, ain't it just enough to you go get drunk? That's what Ive done
Well, anyway the drink got me What a friend had said, guess he said Happiness is nothing but the 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 soul?
Serotonin into my into my soul Serotonin into my Serotonin my soul