Track byPixelmix
As I awake from deep slumber Been so long since I went under Hot on the trail of happiness It never crossed my mind to ask whose Vacant smile have I been using Trying to decide what I've been doing Look around at all my playthings Eighteen percent a year for nothing Seems to me this is not my own dream This was sold me while I was sleeping Now perhaps I should kick and scream Before the lemmings carry me out to sea And I can remember When I was much younger I could find My good time Without trying I was fine