Well, I'm fading away
And I can't find the way to the door
So, I'll sit here on my bed all day
While I'm whiling away
The best part of a day on the floor
I'll sit here on my head all day
I like being alone
I like getting stoned so hang out
And honey, disconnect the phone
Well I've already gone
And smoked the whole damn lawn right out
So, honey, pack another bong
Just like a chicken wired to your brain pan
It's recreational
Recreational chemistry, that's the game plan
It's recreational
Just like a chicken wired to your brain pan
It's recreational
Recreational chemistry, that's the game plan
It's recreational
Well people think that I'm mad
But it ain't that bad, they don't know
They haven't had the things that I've had
People think I'm insane
That I'm rotting my brain, they don't know
And I haven't got the time to explain
People think that I'm lazy
That I'm stoned and crazy, I don't know
And I can't imagine what they see
All the powders and pills
And circumstantial chills, I don't know
I guess that's how I get my thrills