Everyone says connection is easy I look at my score, experience none Tossed a coin when I was seventeen I got the ice, you got the cream All that you see is stanger than fiction All that you do defies all description And you worry about your lack of existence Then by all means go crazy Talkin' to one of the boys Talkin' to one of the boys Makin' alot of noise Talkin' to one of the boys Talkin' to one of the boys Makin' alot of noise Talkin' to one of the boys One of the boys told me what was, Going on last night One of the boys said if I tried it, Everythin' would be alright. Talked to doctor scromaxy, mail order messiah His black book is gospel, his scripture unclean With mass consultation, a blind congregation His chapter, his verse, and his profit ocscene Correspondence, the back of a sin rag If this is deliverence, life is a drag Searchin' salvation, your sightlines get hazy You got it right,go crazy. Talkin' to one of the boys Talkin' to one of the boys Makin' alot of noise Talkin' to one of the boys Talkin' to one of the boys Makin' alot of noise Talkin' to one of the boys One of the boys told me what was, Going on last night One of the boys said if I tried it, Everythin' would be alright. Or maybe you'll go crazy.
