Mother Mother Ocean, I have heard your call.

I know a girl made of memories and phrases, lives her whole life in chapters and phases.

I got a PBS mind in an MTV world.

I always said that I wouldn't use a teleprompter, and if I start to sing real flat, I'll hang it up.

What if life is just a cosmic joke, like spiders in your underwear.

I've always found drugs and alcohol somewhat pedestrian. It's like, I don't need an external agent to open my mind. I'm here, conscious, alert, present. Why would I alter that?

I've done a bit of smuggling, I've run my share of grass. I made enough money to buy Miami, but I piss it away so fast.