On and on and on and on and on and on   Like you even know what's going on   Into this world that I'm drawn   They'll kill you before you're born   They'll pawn your soul to be number one      You say it's old fashioned same old song   That's how your mother likes it all night long      And if she says how to feel   Don't even talk about it      We could stay at home man   Call the skag and bone man   Dig our grave out with a spoon   Then in the morning picking flowers   Spirit up for hours   Til the sun becomes the moon      You say it's old fashioned, well one thing I know   That's how your mother likes it, now watch my boy go      Yes it's real, it's like your next meal   Don't even talk about it      "Shit!, we've fucked it all up man   we've fucked it all up   we've missed half the song out (very nice)"      It's real like your next meal   Don't even talk about it