All day long I sing this same old my head 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 lay around drinking? Telling his reefer in his hand Hey, man, day I'm gonna make a big splash
Or does that kind of talk come to us folk Who can't an S on our chests? So just wheeling, dealing, bus-stop dreaming on the floor and just staring at the ceiling
Sound I know, the engines And the disappears, oh, my love
Laying in the tub I thought rock 'n roll And has it already done before? Guess so, it's just getting dick sucked They make 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 move to the Breathe clean air, man, turn off For a while, Eskimo just 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, 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, what he said Happiness is nothing but the flow of
It aint got to do Jesus Christ Nothing got to do with or right Oh, help me out, friend, but can it be That it all boils down to how the chemicals to your soul?
Serotonin into my into my soul Serotonin into my into my soul