Clogged up, runny nose
Messed up, dirty clothes
Always running slow
Don't know where to go
I'm finding it
I'm finding it
I'm finding it, though
Help me fit in your shoes
What do I need to do?
You can ride on my coattails
Whenever I'm through
Hungry for knowledge
I'm picking up speed
I want it much more
It's lust now.  It's greed
I want to know more
Than you ever will
When it's all said and done
I'll be stuffed to the gill