To put up with the output I don't think about it, hold on and hold out or I'd be left out without it Things better get better I gotta get thing's should get good but they haven't yet while these things keep bringing and bringing me grief I've got that one something that still brings relief
(chorus) cowboy coffee and chemical cream ride, ride, ride on my stallion of green midnight flower, sleep in the flowers and dream, hurricane, breakneck speed, rapid fire, dreams
it's not that it's boggin' or cloggin' my head it's not that I'm swamped buried under near dead it's just the daily grind to bring the daily bread I wasn't born rich I'm good looking instead while these dailys "dille-dallie" and I'm daily employed I've got that daily something that's daily enjoyed