My ideas like highs they come and they go it seems I've forgotten what I need to know I feel I'm wasting time at night when I sleep someone so shallow thats in so deep So I pitch the holes that yet haven't appeared compeltely blinded but things are so clear I know just what to do but why the fuck should I bother I'm content sitting at the right hand of our father Fuckin A is all I got to say give me peace of mind adn I'll be on my way I was born into this world and I don't know why so all I'm doings passing time befroe I die