There is something
Very strange
That's going on
Inside my brain

I'm told it may be chemical,
Or i may be insane

Couch potato,
Bed plantain,
I have no reason
To complain

But i still feel unsatisfied,
Perhaps i'll entertain…

{hello guitar solo}

The frigerator's empty,
The dishes are clean,
Nothin' on the tv,
But advertising,
I just wish my friends
Would text me back
Before this egghead
Starts to crack

Feelin sluggish,
Feelin weird,
Another day has
Disappeared

And where does all the time go?
I guess we'll never know…

{goodbye guitar solo}