I steal from the rich, and I give to the poor, and I
never, ever get caught.
My roommate's doing well, she was sick, but now she's better, and

now she has everything she wants.
Time is moving slower here, or maybe I'm just getting older,
maybe I'm just having less fun.

I haven't changed much, I still look like a psycho, and I
sit in the ba!@&(t, collecting dust.


I live in my mind, and that's where I spend my time, and I
never, ever get lost.
My roommate's getting old, now she sits in a wheelchair, and

complains about Yoko and John.
John didn't die, Yoko covered it up, now she
lives in a nearby hotel.

Tries to sell her soul, but no one will buy it,
souls don't come cheap. Not here in Strasbourg.


I woke in the morning with a pain in my shoulder, and it
stung and it burned like the devil himself.
Talked to a doctor in my dumb American accent, and he

smiled and ran through some standard tests, he said
judging from the results, and your medical history,
I've got a diagnosis for the problem you have.

You're carrying far too much weight on your shoulders,
maybe it's time - take the year off.


I'm having all these dreams where I get good at swimming,
I'm better at swimming than I ever have been.
I win Olympic medals, and I swim the English Channel,

ten times in one year. Yeah, ain't that some %#@!,
and I work for the French government, go on secret missions, and
they pay me to swim to the edges of the Earth.

One day I drown, I know that I've failed,
wake up right here. Back home in Strasbourg.