Tell me Doctor, what have I become?
"You need a vacation in the sun
Cuz everything's going straight to hell
And if you're careful, you can go as well"
I don't want to talk about it
I don't want to talk about it now
Front doors with the lions made of brass
Mango passion tea in every glass
I remember riding second class
Slithered on my belly in the grass
I don't want to talk about it
I don't want to talk about it now
They're saying, "Put your books away
You keep looking for a better way
Blame it all on the games we play
But this is all we have"