What can I say, now I got time Long sunny days, sleeping at night Thought I could think, something would come Walking the dog, throwing the ball Simpler to be an echo than to talk Fuck the police, everything's fucked Butter and oil to make it go down Everything's better with butter around And you got it What you want And you got it, just what you want Reality through the TV Just for an hour, one becomes three Inflate your lips, shave your nose tip Outline your eyes but their distance is set and now She'll smile the biggest that I ever saw Drugged in the bed Simplеr to be an echo than to talk Coverеd in bandages, bloodied But it's what she wanted And she got What she wanted Is just what she got What she wanted Is just what she got What she wanted Is just what she got