Don't want just my finger on it
I want to feel it in both hands
I don't want just to just think about it
I want it branded on my brain
Give me something to sing about
I am sick of peace,love,god,fear and doubt
I wish I was a silver cloud, one that rained on a sold out crowd
Kiss your dreams hello
Am I better high or am I better low
I am the butt of all my own jokes
Truth be known I don't remember any of you folks
An empty park bench now bears this phrase
Life is something that passed me by
Look to the left but not the right
Hiding somewhere inside of you, there is a song that is pure true. The problem is that I forget the tune
Kiss your dreams hello
Am I better high or am I better low
I am the butt of all my own jokes
Truth be known I don't remember any of you folks
Where should we go?
What should we do when we get there?
Kiss your dreams hello
Am I better high or am I better low
I am the butt of all your cruel jokes
Truth be told, I remember all of you fucks

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