Chillin’ easy in my living room
Waiting for the grass to clue up my mind
I sink another round
Gently dancing to this beach-boy’s tune
I’m flying through the room
The neighbours get mad
And don’t they yell another time
I’m staring at the wall
I hate feeling small
Hidden in my the-a-tri-cal state of mind
I wish you were the one
I was a keeper then
Hidden in my cos-mic shelter
Ah-ah-aah
Singing love songs to this plastic groom
Longing for a crowd I’m so out of tune
Here’s another try
Expecting answers from that pale-faced moon
Nothing really good comes out of my mind
I sink another round
I may as well confess
I’ll never pass that test
Hidden in my the-a-tri-cal state of mind
I wish you were the one
I was a better man
Hidden in my cos-mic shelter
Ah-ah-aah
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