Operation live my life In a sea of never-beens And I can't work enough, pull the wool enough, Or even play enough to be satisfied within. Small doses, And comes a new trial. And comes a new red-ripe liquor hanging sweet upon the vine. Will they talk about all the things Ive done, Or will they say, You couldve been someone, When I die? Of small doses. Show me a color that I haven't seen before. Just smell the roses. Why should I need anything more? Operation live my life and be my life the way that I believe is real. I hope that when I grow older, Im not writing songs About my big, fat, luxury automobile. I suppose I'd like one anyway, A dime a dozen a day, But Im gonna purge my soul with fire, tired of excess, And if things start to happen, Ill be damned if Im caught bitch-slap rapping Around this town Instead of diving on down And hanging all around in the ocean, the ocean Of small doses. Show me a color that I haven't seen before. Just smell the roses. Why should I need anything more? Why should I need anything more? Why should I need anything more? Must be something going to take me by surprise. Must be something, Look there, And there, another. Could it be that I never noticed it this whole time? So many different colors. So many different, so many different colors