You've got the world before you You take just what you can You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth And a hundred dollar bill in your hand The remnants of your father It twinkles in your eyes You push all your troubles way down low And away from the world you hide He takes you to the opera He takes you by the hand And he'll never know what you really want But he'll do just what he can He'll never know what hit him It'll take him by surprise And you'll run and you'll run And you'll run and you'll run While the tears Pour down your eyes Say hello, I'm your narcoleptic soul