Lyrics

Work read, smoke eat Pet the cat and watch TV Try philosophy, astrology But please don't do drugs around me Oh, Scooby-Doo was a pup Who never could get enough mystery It's the same goddamn thing for me I think about infinity A spaceman can only scream As loud as a fishbowl for home Home New year, new screw New depresso is waiting for you A giant leap, fake mystique A beautiful loser inside Oh, Jesus was a punk Who never could get enough mercy It's the same goddamn thing for me I think about eternity A spaceman can only scream As loud as a fishbowl for home Home I don't think you can hear me But I can see you I'm waving to you I'm coming back home Coming back home Coming back home Coming back home Coming back home Coming back home Coming back
Writer(s): Kathryn L Davis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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