i look up at the starry night
and the voice in my head
a descendant from an ape
on his mother's side, agape
tries to explain how we all came to be
cosmic soup with a tinge of geometry
but mister,
can you find a cure for my common cold
and i start turning on
and maybe you think i'm lazy
and maybe you think i'm crazy
and maybe you think i'm paranoid
and maybe you think i'm freud
and maybe you think i'm dr. jekyll
but all i want to do is hide
and i look up from the good book
and the voice in my head
a descendant from an ape
on his father's side, agape
tries to explain why we all came to be
chicken soup with a tinge of hypocrisy
but mister,
can you save me from my beaten soul?
can you put in a good word
for a bitcoin or a bankroll?
and I start turning on
and maybe you think i'm lazy
and maybe you think i'm crazy
and maybe you think i'm part of a greater cell
and you feel the need to ring your bicycle bell
and maybe you think i'm addicted to heaven
but the voices in my head tell me i'm in ...
hell