I smell the smoke, I smell the piss, I smell the anger
In the wind, this isn't fun and I'm not nice and it's exactly what you like
I'm kinda buzzed, you're kinda dumb and everything is just alright

I want a trip out on the wind to Patagonia
Find a man with a beard and a key and a desert's worth of wisdom
Find a way to jack the stars and milk the revelations

I want everything with a ding-dong bell
I'm electric, I'm a shotgun shell
I'm a blazing motorcycle thoroughbred
I'm a blazing motorcycle, yeah
Oh god, I'm spinning and I spin, yeah, yeah, yeah

Everything-ing-ing, everything is just alright
Everything-ing-ing, everything is just alright
Everything-ing-ing, everything is just alright
Everything-ing-ing-ing, thing-ing-ing is just alright

Everything-ing-ing, everything is just alright
Everything-ing-ing, everything is just alright
Everything-ing-ing, everything is just alright
Everything-ing-ing, everything is just alright

Everything-ing-ing, everything is just alright
Everything-ing-ing, everything is just alright
Everything-ing-ing, everything is just alright
Everything-ing-ing-ing, thing-ing-ing is just alright
I'm a man learning how to be a man's man, man