What's with all this doom and gloom?

You used to be such, such a laugh

It's only sin, original sin

Corinthians (15:22)

Never been a big fan of things

But I'm growing so fond of you



You get sadder the smarter you get

And it's a bore

You get sadder the smarter you get

And it's a bore



Truth is truth

I ain't no bohemian

Much too, much too safe

Much too, much too typical

Much too, much too typical

Much too, much too

You can use your hands for something else

I'll take you further than the scholars can

Put down your books and molest me

Heaven is here, where it needs to be



You get sadder the smarter you get

And it's a bore

You get sadder the smarter you get

And it's a bore



And there was a time before we were born

When we stood in the garden

If this world won't last I'll turn you on

Well, I've got enough for the both of us

The both of us

The both of us



And there was a time before we were born

When we stood in the garden

If this world does not turn you on

Well, I've got enough for the both of us

The both of us