Vision loaded
In a gun
Spin the cylinder
Point it at my
Head
Pull the trigger for fun

Soul sad and body lonely
I can't be that wrong
We'll see i guess
When it's all done

Coffin calling
Measured for a suit
That would never
Have fit me
Were i standing up

Catching the west wind
Zephyr sweet life
Just a little curl
For a barrel roll
If you like the surf

Walk into the morning
Through trees and stuff
Swing into
The river
When my work
Is mostly done

Sweat my way up the hill
Play a little
Eat something good
Go to sleep
Wake up
Do it again