[Verse 1]

Spent my last dime

At The Pharmacists' show, now

But for the real crime

To the pharmacy go, now

It's a race

[Verse 2]

Was there something I missed?

Did I forget it again? So

Better make me a list

Write it on my hand, so

It don't erase

[Verse 3]

Better make me a list

Write it on my hand, now

'Cause when you're selling yourself

You gotta do all you can, now

In any case

[Chorus]

When nothing is as it seems

You got to make it your own now, yeah yeah

It's a singular theme

Seems like it's all that I know, now, yeah yeah

I get up every day, like a [punk?] and I say

Let's get it going on

[?] what else is down, on this sour town

You know I get along

[?] scoot in my car, [sex?] and my guitar

For what it's worth, man

Not going for gold, just looking for soul

Why don't you come along?

We'll get it going on

Yeah, yeah