All day long I sing this same old song Around my head the same old record's on Sound I know, the engine's slow And the ground disappears, oh, my love Laying on the floor I think about Superman And did he ever lay around drinking? Telling his friends reefer in his hand 'Hey, man, some day I'm gonna make a big splash' Or does that kind of talk just come to us folk Who can't find an S on our chests? So just keep wheeling, dealing, bus-stop dreaming Laying on the floor and just staring at the ceiling Sound I know, the engine's slow And the ground disappears, oh, my love Laying in the tub I thought about rock 'n roll And has it already been done before? Guess so, it's just getting your dick sucked They don't make it any less good than it once was Oh, my God, I wish that this dream would stop, start again When I get well I'm gonna move to the country Breathe clean air, man, turn televisions off For a while, Eskimo style Gotta just breathe in, breathe out, breathe in The city you know, get paid, you get laid Go clinic and you listen as the doc says 'Don't drink, don't smoke, work hard, be fun Don't eat no junk', ain't it just enough to make you Wanna go get drunk? That's what I've done Well, anyway the drink got me thinking What a friend had said, guess what he said 'Happiness is nothing but the flow of serotonin It ain't got to do with Jesus Christ Nothing got to do with wrong or right Oh, help me out, friend, but can it be right? That it all boils down to how the chemicals flow to your soul?' Serotonin into my soul Serotonin into my soul Serotonin into my soul Serotonin into my soul © SONY/ATV MUSIC PUBLISHING UK LTD; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com