Just back from a weekend of luxury You got so weightless In personal hell Sad-eyed, you're looking up to me Chinese chasers For your terminal health You say I'm out of my head, but really I'm the only one who's bounced back You know the odds of recovering From ballroom days and walks through the park I'd be pin-striped and handsome If you'd stay for a while with me Before the mail comes Before I'm alone You say I'm out of my head, but really I'm the only one who's bounced back The music that I want is cheaper than therapy The music that I want is cheaper than therapy The music that I want want Get off on the digital high tonight I'd spy an oyster And you'd spy a whale I wished I was too young to taste: Time tripped over, and over again You said I'm out of my head, but really I'm the only one who's bounced back The music that I want is cheaper than therapy The music that I want is cheaper than therapy The music that I want want