Paroles: Rehab. Southern Discomfort. Thinkin' Again.

Satisfaction is power over everything and I'm powerless
Gluttony hasn't gone out of style since the fall of man
We scratch and claw we steal and kill ambitions caused
When one can't forget the magnitude of his fist high
Trying to unravel the mystery of existing so perplexing
And I'm thinkin' again
I'm not missing anything
I don't think
And I'm thinkin' again
Just as lost as a human can be
Constantly listening and looking and feeling and I'm still
All I can do is let it happen to me

And I'm thinkin' again
I'm thinkin' again
And I'm thinkin' again
And I'm thinkin' again

And I'm thinkin' again
Looking for things to do to pass the time between birth
And becoming part of the earth
Working playing and laying staring comparing
That over there to this
I'm blaming those in charge 'cause after all there's nothing else to do
Money pays for things that don't really belong to you

And I'm thinkin' again

And I'm thinkin' again
And I'm thinkin' again
And I'm thinkin' again
And I'm thinkin' again

A velvet tablecloth a pack of viceroys a bottle of gin
And I'm thinkin' again
And I'm thinkin' again
And I'm thinkin' again

And I'm thinkin' again
I smell of an aweful stench
A deck of cards playing solitaire birds everywhere in a park on a bench
I am a loser and I'm all alone I sit in the bathroom and thump my bone
I got 25 cents to my name a bag of laundry who's to blame
I haven't worked in 16 days

And I'm thinkin' again
And I'm thinkin' again
And I'm thinkin' again
And I'm thinkin' again
And I'm thinkin' again