| Wakin' up
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| I watch another sun go down
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| Another day spent underground
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| In my world of pills
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| And I was thinkin'
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| How the world should have cried
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| On the day Jack Kirby died
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| I wonder if I’m ill
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| I’ll never trust myself again
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| But I don’t care, no
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| Just set that plastic soul on fire
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| And watch it melt
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| Life is good, a rocket sled utopia
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| A self imposed myopia
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| You gotta love this pace
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| Life is fast, a million winners everyday
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| You tell me, is this work or play?
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| I’m never really sure
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| I’ll never trust myself again
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| But I don’t care
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| Well just set that plastic soul on fire
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| And watch it melt
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| Well I’m alive, now you watch me go
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| A tickle inside my brain
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| Where it comes from I don’t know
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| But I’m laughin' in the flames
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| It’s just the look in your eyes
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| I feel like I can fly
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| And then sometimes I dig it so much, I could die
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| I’ll never make no mortal place
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| 'Cause I don’t care
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| Just set that plastic world on fire
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| And watch it melt
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| Well I’m alive, now you watch me go
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| A tickle inside my brain
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| Where it comes from I don’t know
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| But I’m laughin' in the flames
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| It’s just the look in your eyes
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| I feel like I can fly
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| And then sometimes I dig it so much, I could die
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| And then sometimes I dig it so much, I could die |