One ought to see

well, i never wanted lace in,
except the ones that i was pacing,
damn, i often slowly graze
sucking chemicals, many just so i
can keep in shape with all them blacktop boys.

and finally, it occurred to me
exactly what it had to be.
in spring time, my allergies
always mean, lost in a dream.

and when i ain't got much to do,
boy, i can pace a mile or two.
yeah, how about you?

my odds are stay madness,
i don't have no answers.
i flat-line for hours
at small daily wages like you.

and when i ain't got much to do,
boy, i can pace a mile or two.
yeah, how about you?

you never ever,
you never, ever, ever
give it a rest, can you?
you'll never ever,
you'll never, ever, ever
get the rest you need.
you'll never ever,
you'll never, ever, ever
get the rest you need.