I can't eat I can't sleep I can't live I can't cry I can't die I can't walk I can't talk Booze I can booze Steal your shoes So I can move Tumble in the rough Tumble in the rough Tumble in the rough
I'm looking for a new meditation Still looking for a new way to fly Don't want any plastic validation Not looking for a new way to die
I made excuses for a million lies But all I got was humble kidney pie So what
I'm lookin' for a new stimulation Quite bored of those inflatable ties I'm lookin' for a new rock sensation Dead fish don't swim around in jealous tides