In my pockets full [bad word]  
Wacky wreckage, it's so foolish. 
I'm afraid of losing hooks 
That keep me in to the books. 
I'll get dirty sleeves in glue 
To make your smile [bad word] [bad word]  
All my happiness is flotsam, 
All my [bad word] is only jetsam. 

I would like to be free, 
oh, me, so me... 
I would like to get high, 
not hurt, not to cry... 
I would like to be free, 
oh, me, so me... 
flotsam and jetsam. 

I have gained a lot of words, 
Ragged pages and forgotten chords. 
Memory creates silly dreams, 
minute's joy is libido's scream. 
Strange shadows in the hallway 
Facing me down every Monday. 
I need to get rid of this stuff, 
For not to [bad word] dirty chuff. 

I would like to find 
Something for wake. 
I would like to get blind 
For all who take 
me wrong and now  [bad word] to stairs, 
Which will lead me away 
And plague doc will cares...