Wonderful Life
It's not about the boy found slain
It ain't about his lips blood drained
You should've seen his dreams dissolve
Into the dumpster behind the mall
I'm goin' down
To the wonderful life, I'm goin' down
Inside a satellite, I'm goin' down
On the bullet train, I'm goin' down
On the perfect dream
It's not about the freeway drone
That score her tired journeys home
Softly licking her to sleep
Her eyes are closed to the brake light streaks
I'm goin' down
To the wonderful life, I'm goin' down
Inside a satellite, I'm goin' down
On the bullet train, I'm goin' down
On the perfect dream
Sleep in the softest bed
Eat everything you need
Never ask anyone
For anything at all
Why can't I stroke this world to sleep
Please help me stroke this world to sleep
It's not about his prescription brain
Deprived of pills that keep it sane
He told himself he could go it alone
See him plead with the unplugged phone
Sleep in the softest bed
Eat everything you need
Never ask anyone
For anything at all
That restless old monkey
Prisoned inside of me
Stiff bones that close him in
He waits trapped deep within
I'm goin' down
To the wonderful life, I'm goin' down
Inside a satellite, I'm goin' down
On the SST, I'm goin' down
On the perfect dream
I'm goin' down
To the wonderful life, I'm goin' down
Like a ripped up kite, I'm goin' down
With broken ribs, I'm goin' down
To a dirty crib
It ain't about his lips blood drained
You should've seen his dreams dissolve
Into the dumpster behind the mall
I'm goin' down
To the wonderful life, I'm goin' down
Inside a satellite, I'm goin' down
On the bullet train, I'm goin' down
On the perfect dream
It's not about the freeway drone
That score her tired journeys home
Softly licking her to sleep
Her eyes are closed to the brake light streaks
I'm goin' down
To the wonderful life, I'm goin' down
Inside a satellite, I'm goin' down
On the bullet train, I'm goin' down
On the perfect dream
Sleep in the softest bed
Eat everything you need
Never ask anyone
For anything at all
Why can't I stroke this world to sleep
Please help me stroke this world to sleep
It's not about his prescription brain
Deprived of pills that keep it sane
He told himself he could go it alone
See him plead with the unplugged phone
Sleep in the softest bed
Eat everything you need
Never ask anyone
For anything at all
That restless old monkey
Prisoned inside of me
Stiff bones that close him in
He waits trapped deep within
I'm goin' down
To the wonderful life, I'm goin' down
Inside a satellite, I'm goin' down
On the SST, I'm goin' down
On the perfect dream
I'm goin' down
To the wonderful life, I'm goin' down
Like a ripped up kite, I'm goin' down
With broken ribs, I'm goin' down
To a dirty crib
Credits
Writer(s): Greg Edwards, Ken Andrews
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