Shuffle can to can nobody really gives a [bad word] 
For every living day I give myself a hand
Now I'm scroungy as can be
I got all you normals looking at me
I'll scratch a hole in my life
So everyone can see

My mind is a mind that I [bad word] to know
And my eyes can't conceive a world that can not grow
And Fridays are always fresh days...

Screamin' at the sun, don't really
Know what he has done
He don't believe in God and a world as one
So he rambles through the weeds
Saying he will sleep beneath the trees

My mind is a mind that I [bad word] to know
And my eyes can't conceive a world that can not grow
And on the day I die, Thank God my Soul will be released

I've seen all your eyes
And I've seen all your faces
Can you tell me honestly that you wanna be free?
Then look in my eyes
I've been lots of places
Can you tell me honestly that you'd want to be me
Honestly.