What's with all this doom and gloom?
You used to be such, such a laugh
It's only sin, original sin

Corinthians (15:22)
Never been a big fan of things
But I'm growing so fond of you


You get sadder the smarter you get
And it's a bore

You get sadder the smarter you get
And it's a bore


Truth is truth
I ain't no bohemian
Much too, much too safe

Much too, much too typical
Much too, much too typical
Much too, much too

You can use your hands for something else
I'll take you further than the scholars can
Put down your books and molest me

Heaven is here, where it needs to be

You get sadder the smarter you get

And it's a bore
You get sadder the smarter you get
And it's a bore


And there was a time before we were born
When we stood in the garden

If this world won't last I'll turn you on
Well, I've got enough for the both of us
The both of us

The both of us

And there was a time before we were born

When we stood in the garden
If this world does not turn you on
Well, I've got enough for the both of us

The both of us