There's nothing like a pineapple morning 
When the fruit is fresh and the animals horny
The sun comes alive when te fever is cloak
And I linger on to sound of the road
There's nothing like a pineapple morning 
When te look is warm and your girlfriend is boring
Rings on my finger and wings on my ride
Fly by light I can no longer hide

Rainbows and earthshakes, a regular day in my time.
Being myself is the burst of the day

When you'r on the floor I will let you decide 
(you've got to count your steps to walk)
Out of the door and in to the night
(you've got to count your steps to walk)

She is the typical pineapple morning
Because you'r hip and your music is corny
Still awake from two days before
Chasing yourself in the back of the store

Talking to people who aren't really real all the time
Falling apart and going out of your mind

When you'r on the floor I will let you decide 
(you've got to count your steps to walk)
Out of the door and in to the night
(you've got to count your steps to walk)

When you'r on the floor I will let you decide 
(you've got to count your steps to walk)
Out of the door and in to the night
(you've got to count your steps to walk)


When you'r on the floor I will let you decide 
(you've got to count your steps to walk)
Out of the door and in to the night
(you've got to count your steps to walk)

When you'r on the floor I will let you decide 
(you've got to count your steps to walk)
Out of the door and in to the night
(you've got to count your steps to walk)

When you'r on the floor I will let you decide 
(you've got to count your steps to walk)
Out of the door and in to the night
(you've got to count your steps to walk)
When you'r on the floor I will let you decide 
(you've got to count your steps to walk)
Out of the door and in to the night
(you've got to count your steps to walk)


I've got no more coffee and I am out of cigarettes I got no more breakfast I could really have use some rest.