C#m
And I've been drifting off on knowledge
C#m
Cat-calls on cat-walks
C#m
Man these women getting solemn
C#m
I could sing a song for a Solomon or Salamander
C#m
We took a flight at midnight
C#m
And now my mind can't help but wander
C#m
'How come? '
C#m
Spoon-fed pluralized eyes
C#m
To find the beaches in the forest
C#m
When I'm looking off the edge
C#m
I preach my gut it can't help
C#m
But ignore it
C#m
I'm climbing up the walls
C#m
Cuz all the shit I hear is boring
C#m
All the shit I do is boring
C#m
All these record labels boring
C#m
I don't trust these record labels I'm touring
C#m
All these people on the planet
C#m
Working 9 to 5, just to stay alive
C#m
The 9 to 5, just to stay alive
C#m
The 9 to 5, just to stay alive
C#m
The 9 to 5, just to stay alive
C#m
The 9 to 5, just to stay alive
C#m
The 9 to 5, just to stay alive
C#m
The 9 to 5, just to stay alive
C#m
All the people on the planet
C#m
Working 9 to 5 just to stay alive
      G#m C#m
How come?
C#m
What goes up, ghost around
         G#m
Goes around around around around
C#m
What goes up, ghost around
         G#m
Ghost around around around around
G#m
Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und
Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und
Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und
Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und
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Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und

G#m
Soul not for sale
Probably won't make no money off this
Oh well
Reap what you sow
Perfection is so... Mm