On and on and on and on and on and on
  Like you even know what's going on
  Into this world that I'm drawn
  They'll kill you before you're born
  They'll porn your soul to be number one
  
  You say it's old fashioned same old song
  That's how your mother likes it all night long
  
  And if she says how to feel
  Don't even talk about it
  
  We could stay at home man
  Call the skag and bone man
  Dig our grave out with a spoon
  Then in the morning picking flowers
  Spirit up for hours
  Til the sun becomes the moon
  
  You say it's old fashioned, well one thing I know
  That's how your mother likes it, now watch my boy go
  
  Yes it's real, it's like your next meal
  Don't even talk about it
  
  "Shit!, we've fucked it all up man
  we've fucked it all up
  we've missed half the song out (very nice)"
  
  It's real like your next meal
  Don't even talk about it