| Lately I need a better plan
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| I want to get my knees out in the dirt with my hands
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| Cause I have been a cerebral spouse
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| And my head wants to go into the emerald house
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| And I want to look out, I don’t want to bail out
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| And I want to help out, I don’t want to nod out
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| I don’t want to knock you down
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| But why am I still looking for a golden age?
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| You tell me that I ought to have a golden wage
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| Every time I look up at that blurry sun
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| All I think about are bodies floating up
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| Everybody ought to get that special glance
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| Why does dawn leave everybody home with chance?
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| It makes me wonder how I even wrote this song
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| Does this not occur to almost everyone?
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| I make a monkey wrench
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| I make a monkey rich
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| Lately I want to be in my heart
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| But where exactly is my heart and where does it start?
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| I don’t want that Tylenol
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| Can I sing and make change without crushing clams?
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| I can help the little things but I have big plans
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| I don’t want that Tylenol
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| I make a monkey wrench
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| I make a monkey rich |