And I've been drifting off on knowledge Cat-calls on cat-walks Man these women getting solemn I could sing a song for a Solomon or Salamander We took a flight at midnight And now my mind can't help but wander 'How come? ' Spoon-fed pluralized eyes To find the beaches in the forest When I'm looking off the edge I preach my gut it can't help But ignore it I'm climbing up the walls Cuz all the shit I hear is boring All the shit I do is boring All these record labels boring I don't trust these record labels I'm touring All these people on the planet Working 9 to 5, just to stay alive The 9 to 5, just to stay alive The 9 to 5, just to stay alive The 9 to 5, just to stay alive The 9 to 5, just to stay alive The 9 to 5, just to stay alive The 9 to 5, just to stay alive All the people on the planet Working 9 to 5 just to stay alive How come? What goes up, ghost around Goes around around around around What goes up, ghost around Ghost around around around around Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und Soul not for sale Probably won't make no money off this Oh well Reap what you sow Perfection is so... Mm