Now certainly
We all recognize the extremely, extremely low probability
Of life, existing on the moon
(Hmm, hmm, alright)
Drinking again
Drinking again
Bottles up, I'm in to win
With none of my friends
Just me and this bottle
People say that I'm off, say that I'm off
I wouldn't doubt it
If you were me free as a bird
Flying over mountains
And I don't know where I'm going
But I'm going
It's all happening
I'm going
It's all happening
Hate what I see
Hate what I see
I'm over it
I need me some change, something to feel good
Get me on a level
No, no
No need to cry
No need to cry
You straighten up
You're such an adult, you pay all your bills
Yet you are a zombie
And you don't know where you're going
But you're going
It's all happening
You're going
It's all happening
We're going
It's all happening