Wish I could see beyond the filthy blue horizon
See what lies ahead of me
Perhaps Iґd see the path of my own [bad word] And avoid my destiny,

She said... heaven and [bad word] are one and the same boy
She told me... heaven and [bad word] are one in the same boy
We all meet somewhere in the middle
She told me... heaven and [bad word] are on in the same boy
I said it canґt be [bad word] 
Wish I could touch you in some totally new fashion
Prove to you girl Iґm your man
Now I canґt guarantee [bad word] satisfaction
So Iґm, do you every best way I can

Chours

Wish I could find sone time to stop and smell the roses
But my land lord just wonґt let me be
My head is foll of oaranoia, neurosis, trying to consume my identity

Chours

It just canґt be [bad word] 
Children grow and women produce, men go work and some go stealґn
Children grow and women produce, men go work and some go steal.