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