At times I wish I were deadBusy people dancing all over my headThis I value with every move they makeReal bad headache with every step they takeI get a contact buzzCan’t remember what the problem wasI find it hard to even careLife was to real till you got thereMy life is dirt but you seem to make it cleanerReduce my felony to a misdemeanorWhen I feel sick you’re an antibioticOrganize my world that was pointless and chaotic [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/g/guided_by_voices/drinkers_peace.html ]
