When someone asks me where I'm going I tell em' anywhere but here Wherever that may be I'm there [bad word] from the things I've done I've done nothing that you ain't done So why am I still on [bad word]  The days are short the nights are long When you're singing you're last song

When someone asks me how I'm doing I tell em' I'm doing just fine Force a smile justified I'm half confused but I'm alright Just like every person I'm inclined to opinions on your modern life Do you wonder why I don't say mine? Cause you tell me I'm doing just fine And I know we're all just fine

When someone asks me what I'm doing I tell em anything I want They're baffled by my kiddish pun When there's nothing left to do I sleep I like my rest, I love to dream I was taught to work and then to bleed Critisize my sloathful feet Cause I'm living out my dream