You've got it golden from the look so white as snow
No need for lifting fingers when you're so far from your own
Like this mix of sedatives that would begin the easy road
But did you know the ones that seem to try
To mend your puzzle of a mind
Are the ones missing most the pieces to complete you
They're dripping down your throat
And passing through the living end so slow.
Na na na na na na na
You have got it golden from the look so white as snow
Na na na na na na na
It's dripping down your throat
And passing through the living end so slow
At twenty-five we'd think you'd know
At thirty-three the time would show
At fifty-two we'll tell you so
Sedatives and stimulating instigations bury you
At twenty-five we'd think you'd know
At thirty-three the time would show
At fifty-two we'll tell you so
The thing you like to lie about has now made a lie out of you
Na na na na na na na
You have got it golden from the look so white as snow
Na na na na na na na
It's dripping down your throat
And passing through the living end so slow
At twenty-five we'd think you'd know
At thirty-three the time would show
At fifty-two we'll tell you so
Sedatives and stimulating instigations bury you
At twenty-five we'd think you'd know
At thirty-three the time would show
At fifty-two we'll tell you so
The thing you like to lie about has now made a lie out of you