All day long I this same old song Around my head the same old on Sound I know, the engines And the ground disappears, oh, my
on the floor I think about Superman And did he lay around drinking? his friends reefer in his hand Hey, man, some day I'm gonna a big splash
Or does that of talk just come to us folk Who can't find an S on our So keep wheeling, dealing, bus-stop dreaming Laying on the floor and just staring at the
I know, the engines slow 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 They make 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 gonna move to the Breathe clean air, man, televisions off For a while, Eskimo Gotta breathe in, breathe out, breathe in
The city you know, get paid, you get Go clinic and you listen as the doc Don't drink, smoke, work hard, be fun eat no junk, ain't it just enough to make you Wanna go get drunk? That's Ive done
Well, anyway the drink got me What a friend had said, what he said is nothing but the flow of serotonin
It aint got to do with Jesus got to do with wrong or right Oh, help me out, friend, but can it be That it all boils down to how the flow to your soul?
into my soul Serotonin into my Serotonin my soul into my soul