Woke up with a few clouds in my mind.
Color blind, like a black and white TV.
Tasteless is the sense of myself.
Stale stool, got to get out of this mess. Oh yeah!
I wanna be running way down to Mexico.
I wanna be hearing life in stereo.
How does one figure out one’s dead.
Stormy days only happening in my head. Oh yeah!
I wanna be running way down to Mexico.
I wanna be hearing life in stereo.
Please take me to the sun where love is warm...
I wanna be running way down to Mexico.
I wanna be hearing life in stereo.
Stimulation, is what my brain should feel.
In panavision, my eyes just wanna see.