So honey, smile, smile

Come on along I'll tell you what to do

These young kids are just so volatile

They do it like their pappy taught them to

We got a son, won't you get up and stand up

Feels good where I'll be down

All they all want to do is procreate, syncopate

Listen to the words that come out my mouth

You've got to drain your head

You've got to drain your head

You've got to drain your head

You've got to drain your head

I go out late to see the painted people

Disgust, but I still love it, what to do?

I smile along, they set me on an easel

I'll/you stare at space so they can paint me too

They paint me up with no rhythm or reason

So I'm not so ugly as sin

I can't tell you what they're painting

Look at the pretty shit out here

You’ve got to drain your head

You’ve got to drain your head

You’ve got to drain your head

You’ve got to drain your head

Oooh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oooh

Oooh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oooh

Ahhh, ah-ah, ah-ah, ahhh

Ahhh, ah-ah, ah-ah, ahhh

Ahhh, ah-ah, ah-ah, ahhh

You've got to drain your head

You've got to drain your head

You've got to drain your head

You've got to drain your head