Lately I need a better plan
I want to get my knees out in the dirt with my hands
Cause I have been a cerebral spouse
Now my legs want to go into the emerald house
And I want to look out I don't want to bail out
And I want to help out, I don't want to nod out
I don't want to knock you down
But why am I still looking for a golden age
You tell me that I ought to have a golden wage
Every time I look up at that blurry sun
All I think about are bodies floating up
Everybody ought to get that special glance
Why does dawn leave everybody home with chance
It makes me wonder how I even wrote this song
Does this not occur to almost everyone
It makes a monkey wretch
It makes a monkey rich
Lately I want to be in my heart
But where exactly is my heart and where does it start
I don't want that tylenol
Can I sing and make change without crushing clams
I can help the little things but I have big plans
I don't want that tylenol
It makes a monkey wretch
It makes a monkey rich
compositores: BRIAN ROSS WEITZ,DAVID MICHAEL PORTNER,JOSHUA CALEB DIBB,NOAH BENJAMIN LENNOX
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