100 Years

Masters Of Reality

I found my place in bed

Three feet beneath your head

I wanted to stay home

And I couldn't think of nothing new

I moved like syrup (slow)

I moved I didn't know

I'd took off from my faith

And I couldn't think of nothing new

Boo hoo boo hoo boo hoo

Waiting waiting

I'd been called down

Waiting waiting

Would I rebound

Waiting waiting

I found my place in bed

Three feet beneath your head

I wanted to stay home

And I couldn't think of nothing new

Boo hoo boo hoo boo hoo