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