Walking through another crazy lazy afternoon Knocking down the driest Dry Martini much too soon Behind the clouds the sun is out of sight In my eyes still much too bright
What the hell am I doing here? Is this planet made for me? Barman, can I get another beer? Maybe later I will be able to see
I am senseless useless wasting my time I am senseless useless but I am feeling fine I am senseless useless running away I am senseless useless got nothing to say
Walking through another crazy lazy night Knocking down the driest Dry Martini much too soon Behind the clouds the moon is out of sight What a waste, what a waste of an afternoon
What the hell am I doing here? Is this planet made for me? Barman, can I get another beer? Maybe later I will be able to see
I am senseless useless wasting my time I am senseless useless but I am feeling fine I am senseless useless running away I am senseless useless got nothing to say