If I'm (home suite or
honeymoon) in a glass room,
my jealousy threw stones to it.
i press my head against a star,
To light up my thoughts or wish upon
i'm slipping through my village green,
blues
all ALPHAholic's to AManonymous,
and "kiss, kiss my good name" goodbye's
tired out theriac eyes,
so they call me "mister prozac"
step two's, somewhat a doozy
when i'm one foot in the gurney,
and your one foot in my head
st-st-st-stepping all over me, all over again
and
no-no-nostalgia's hell on the exit
to your window ledge
but if i say so myself
loneliness don't get much better than this
i'm slipping through my village green,
blues
all ALPHAholic's to AManonymous,
and "kiss, kiss my good name" goodbye's
tired out theriac eyes,
so they call me "mister prozac"
whoa oh,
whoa oh, oh, oh, oh
whoa oh,
whoa oh, oh, oh, oh
whoa oh,
whoa oh, oh, oh, oh
whoa oh,
whoa oh, oh, oh, oh
all ALPHAholic's to AManonymous,
and "kiss, kiss my good name" goodbye's
tired out theriac eyes,
so they call me "mister prozac"