Bm
All day long,
B6
I sing this same old song.
Bm
Round my head, the same old
B6
record's on.

Bm
Sound I know, the engine slows, and the
B6
ground disappears...
Bm               B6
oh my love.

[Verse]

G
Laying on the floor I think about superman: and did he ever lay around drinking,
Bm
 telling his friends, reefer in his hand,
F#m
“Hey man some day I'm gonna make a big splash”, or
A
does that kind of talk just come to us folk who can't find an 'S' on our chests? So just keep
G
wheeling, dealing, bus-stop dreaming, laying on the floor just staring at the ceiling.

[Chorus]

Bm
Sound I know, the engine slows, and the
B6
ground disappears...
Bm               B6
oh my love.

[Verse]

G
Laying in the tub I thought about rock 'n roll and has it already been done before?
Bm
Guess so, it's just getting your dick sucked,
F#m
don't make it any less good than it once was,
A
oh my god I wish that this dream would stop. Start again.

G

G
When I get well I'm gonna move to the country, breathe clean air man, turn the televisions
Bm
off for a while, Eskimo style.
F#m
Gonna just breathe in, breathe out, breathe. In the
A
city you know, get paid, you get laid, go to the clinic and you listen as the
G
doc says: “Don't drink, don't smoke, work hard, be fun, don't eat no junk” ain't it just 
enough to make you
Bm
wanna go get drunk? that's what I done.
F#m
Hmm, well, anyway the drink got me thinking
A
what a friend had said, guess what he said:  “Happiness is nothing but the flow of serotonin,
E
it ain't got nothing to do with Jesus Christ, nothing got to do with wrong or right,
G
oh help me out Simp, can it be right? that it all boils down to how the chemicals flow 
to your soul?”...
A

G
serotonin…     into my soul
A

G
serotonin