And I've been drifting off on knowledge
Cat-calls on cat-walks
Man these women getting solemn
I could sing a song for a Solomon or Salamander
We took a flight at midnight
And now my mind can't help but wander
'How come? '
Spoon-fed pluralized eyes
To find the beaches in the forest
When I'm looking off the edge
I preach my gut it can't help
But ignore it
I'm climbing up the walls
Cuz all the shit I hear is boring
All the shit I do is boring
All these record labels boring
I don't trust these record labels I'm touring
All these people on the planet
Working 9 to 5, just to stay alive
The 9 to 5, just to stay alive
The 9 to 5, just to stay alive
The 9 to 5, just to stay alive
The 9 to 5, just to stay alive
The 9 to 5, just to stay alive
The 9 to 5, just to stay alive
All the people on the planet
Working 9 to 5 just to stay alive
How come?
What goes up, ghost around
Goes around around around around
What goes up, ghost around
Ghost around around around around
Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und
Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und
Soul not for sale
Probably won't make no money off this