I don't think I'll ever mind
If you ask what's on my mind
Do you think that I am blind?
You never know what you will find
Do you think that this is just?
On my mind this is a must
On a pie this is the crust
My mind is turning into dust
I'm a horse you've got my reigns
You won't stop messing with my brains
I'm dry and hot, I hope it rains
I'm getting on the leaving trains
I've got to know just what you think
It's very important to me
Next to shit, you really stink
f*ck reality, give me a drink