I got the rhythm
I got the blues
Ive got no reason
To answer to you
I got no reason to go home
I got no reason to go home
I got no reason to go home alone, when I
Know that its not that fun
I can play all-day
I can play all-day
I can play til the cows come home
I know they wont
And you can forget all of that dumb stupid information
And you can go back to one lovely drive and drive down the lane
And its winter time and Im high enough
And its summer time and Im high enough
And I came to fly once more
And I came to try once more
I can play, all-day
I can play all-day
I can play these games every day
And I came to know what this really means
So please dont hurt me
Oh, dont tell anyone Im crazy
Just believe in me
Just believe in me
I got them dollars
I got the blues
Ive got no reason
To share them with you
And its winter time and Im sad enough
And its summer time and Ive had my luck
Gonna spend it all on drugs
Gonna spend it all on drugs
And theres no more joy
Pleasure in anything
Pleasure in anything
Pleasure in anything
Theres no more pain
Pleasure in anything
Pleasure in anything
Pleasure in anything
Aww yeah
Gotta go back to the mall, I forgot a couple of things