I'm on the floor for most of my time 

Feeling so bad, it's in my mind 

Teens do lock good swinging by 

If I'm grooving old I'll take my time 



My case is safe, it's almost blind 

Blowing in the wind, blowing in my mind 

I got style, I got my pride 

Misery's surfing on my side 



Still I'm glad, I'm glad, for the youth that I had 

Way more sensible, say no more, cradle's laying on the floor 



I push you down to the floor 

Relax down there or I'll give you some more 

Greatest misery in the history of time 

If I'm growing old I'll take what's mine 



My act is safe when I start to pretend 

I hate myself, hero to the end 

I got style, I got my pride 

Misery's surfing on my side