I'm tired of being
I'm tired of being
Let's get away
There's so much beauty in this world
I just can't get enough
There's so much beauty in this world
I love it when you turn on your old radio
Bustin' out jams nobody ever knows
Fillin' me up with music that moves my soul
My head gets heavy and my heart beats slow
Cause without out music, what the fuck am I?
An uninspired poet who loves to get high
And mama why are yellin' so much?
I'm tired and I'm stressed and I could use some lunch
Oh! Dad! I know you are mad
But I'll tune you out somehow, with my tasty jams
Preserving all of my expletives
So I can sound more eloquent
Relative to myself, it's irrelevant
If it's not about my elephant trunk
I will pull out all my teeth
I will stick them in the ground
I will grind them into seeds
So in springtime they might sprout
Into a dentist tree
Where I can pluck new teeth
And glue them in my mouth
Or wear them as a crown
Tropical moonburst and lemonade skies
Fantastical apers and seven wheeled bikes
Parmesan, bratwurst, and pumpkin made pies
A still-water outlook on your picturesque life
It matters to me what happens to you
So take off your pants don't make my balls blue
Telephone order or delivery guide just so you have someone to talk to tonight
Pen against paper, you quote word for word
Who would you believe in this cray-stained world
You're especially specific for one with no mind
Criminally cryptic, passing off lies
Piña colada and an eighth on the side
Couple of good friends and a bag of fungi
You got your shit and I've got mine
We're melting our brains one cell at a time
I will pull out all my teeth
I will stick them in the ground
I will grind them into seeds
So in springtime they might sprout
Into a dentist tree
Where I can pluck new teeth
And glue them in my mouth
Or where them as a crown
I'm tired of being
I'm tired of being
Let's get away
There's so much beauty in this world
I just can't get enough
There's so much beauty in this world