All day long I sing this old song my head the same old record's on Sound I know, the engines And the ground disappears, oh, my
Laying on the I think about Superman And did he ever lay drinking? Telling his reefer in his hand Hey, man, some day I'm make a big splash
Or does that kind of talk come to us folk Who can't find an S on our So just keep wheeling, dealing, bus-stop Laying on the and just staring at the ceiling
Sound I know, the engines And the disappears, oh, my love
Laying in the tub I thought about 'n roll And has it already been done so, it's just getting your dick sucked They don't make it any less good it once was Oh, my God, I wish this dream would stop, start again
When I get I'm gonna move to the country Breathe air, man, turn televisions off For a while, style Gotta breathe in, breathe 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 Don't eat no junk, ain't it enough to make you go get drunk? That's what Ive done
Well, anyway the got me thinking What a had said, guess what he said Happiness is nothing but the of serotonin
It aint got to do with Christ Nothing got to do wrong or right Oh, help me out, friend, but can it be That it all down to how the chemicals flow to your soul?
Serotonin into my Serotonin into my Serotonin into my into my soul