Clogged up, runny nose
Messed up, ***** 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