I'm starting to suspect that something has gone wrong
I'm not leading my life according to the plan
You know the one I designed as a child
Which was supposed to be
funny and wild
First I was meant to die at 27
After having recorded three major albums
Well in a few months I will turn 30
The only thing I released is a four-track EP
They say stop dreaming boy
The
world is not a game
Your life not a toy
You seem to forget some
You're not Elliot,
nor
Jim Morris So
I
found a job and the job took my time
My hair fell down,
I took it as a sign My belly grew as if bearing a child
And I felt blue as if something in me had died
Someone told me you must think positive
All those guys you loved, all those guys who
lived
The life you thought was dear, only one worth
living
All had a tendency to chug on their vomit
So stop complaining man
Take
your life in hand
And do what you can Yeah,
please stop whining man
Think about coming in to where there's a pain
Oh,
oh,
oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh