I was drifting, in the ... wander aimless It's franchise in the... and i ... I was lost then I was found, found then lost again It's a mystery to me, oh yeah I was travelling, pitching, gravelling My head's the consumers crap. Haunted like the coffee found inside the book your left and Look inside your soul And if that's you concert band Go ahead and marry and marry and marry (harmonica solo) You don't think they fucked me up inside, because I'm doin' fine
