Simple Kid--Serotonin
All day long, I sing this same old song.
Round my head, the same old record's on.
Sound I know, the engines 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 hands, “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 wheelin, dealin, bus-stop dreamin, layin on the floor just starin at the ceilin.
Sound I know, the engines slow, and the ground disappears... oh my love.
Layin in the tub I thought about rock 'n roll and has it already been done before? I guess so's just getting your dick sucked, don't make it any less good than it once was, oh my god I wish that this brain would stop. Start again.
When I get well I'm gonna move to the country, breathe clean air man, turn the televisions off for a while, Eskimo style. Gonna just breathe in, breathe out, breathe. In the city you know, get paid, you get laid, go to the 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 done.
Hmm, well, anyway drinking got me thinking what a friend had said, guess what he said: “Happiness is nothing but the flow of serotonin in yer head hasn’t got to do with Jesus Christ, nothing got to do with wrong or right, oh help me out friend, can it be right? that it all boils down to how the chemicals flow to your soul?”
... serotonin. ...into my soul, serotonin
