Jetlag & Rehab
Well I'm out of my mind
And out of a trust fund
Devour my heart
And regrow a third lung
Because there ain't no room
For a doubtless romanticist
With 40 thorny roses
For that hopeless compassionate
Well the doctor said son
Said you got something wrong
You've got a screw or two that's loose
And you're gunna have to choose
Is it money, fame, women, or drugs
Because your bioclock is ticking and it's going to blow a fuse and I said
Hey, just let it ride
Spit it puss in boots tell me what is your game
What's your baby's maiden name
And what time's your plane
If it's getting late
If it's running out of thread
Watch her flick that cigarette
Like she's spitting out revenge
The animals are tired
My rations are getting smaller
Every single day I'm thinking
Hell, wouldn't it be smarter to say
Hey, just let it ride
Writer/s: The Living Skins
