Why can't the beggars choose, like the finders keep They ain't losing sleep, while the losers weep It seems what you sow ain't what you reap But the debts get deep, and the missions creep La la la la la la La la la la la la Delirium just kicked in A demented epidemic Starting to believe that I might get it If the morning comes tomorrow I'm going to the lake to drown my sorrows Now I walk the streets in a psychic haze Since we parted ways I've been up for days Til I climbed the wall of wisteria To the other side Of hysteria La la la la la la La la la la la la Saint Vitus, kick my door in Shooting mermaids in a barrel Wisdom of a crowd that's turning feral Power trips and power surges Power over all my filthy urges A demented epidemic Starting to believe that I might get it If the morning comes tomorrow I'm going to the lake to drown my sorrows