I was drifting, in the ... wander aimless
It's franchise in the... and i ...

I was lost then I was found, found then lost again
It's a mystery to me, oh yeah

I was travelling, pitching, gravelling
My head's the consumers crap. Haunted like the coffee found inside the book your left and
Look inside your soul

And if that's you concert band
Go ahead and marry and marry and marry

(harmonica solo)

You don't think they fucked me up inside, because I'm doin' fine