Yes what I need is a bigger screen a bigger joint
A bigger glass to pour all this raw pain in to..
Yes what I need is a bigger plate a bigger enemy to hate
A bigger house to procrastinate in , procrastinate in
Yes what I need is a bigger dream a bigger scene
A bigger sense of wellbeing
To kill this blues
But maybe I think too much maybe I’m not in touch
Maybe I should count black sheep
Until I fall asleep again (eventually)
But maybe tomorrow will never come
Maybe I will die with no son
Maybe things are just the way they should be
But maybe it’s the drugs maybe the lack of hugs
Maybe it's a bug inside my brain which helped me
Turn out this way ,my friend…
No I don’t need materialistic optimistic pill popping people
With their plastic smiles talking to me about truth
No I don’t need a higher cause or any of your man made laws
A dusty book a preacher’s hook to make me stay in line
No I don’t need your sympathy and I don’t need a symphony
And I don’t need a statue in the square
In the square