All day long I sing this old song Around my head the 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 ever lay around Telling his reefer in his hand Hey, man, day I'm gonna make a big splash
Or does that of talk just come to us folk Who can't find an S on our So just keep wheeling, dealing, dreaming Laying on the and just staring at the ceiling
Sound I know, the engines And the ground disappears, oh, my
Laying in the tub I about rock 'n roll And has it already been before? Guess so, it's just getting your dick They don't make it any less than it once was Oh, my God, I wish this dream would stop, start again
When I get well I'm gonna move to the Breathe clean air, man, turn off For a while, style Gotta just in, breathe out, breathe in
The you know, get paid, you get laid Go clinic and you as the doc says drink, don't smoke, work hard, be fun Don't eat no junk, ain't it just to make you Wanna go get drunk? That's what Ive
Well, anyway the got me thinking What a had said, guess what he said Happiness is but the flow of serotonin
It aint got to do with 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 to your soul?
Serotonin into my Serotonin into my Serotonin my soul Serotonin into my