[Ooh, ooh, ooh ...]      Up from the basement to my best friend's farm   Where we'll work so hard, we can do no harm      We'll till the land and duck our debts   Underneath soft sun, chewing Nicorette      This will be a better year   This will be a better year      Make a little money, take a lot of shit   Feel real bad, then get over it      This will be a better year      Oh I keep pushing boulders   I stay game till sun'll shake my shoulders   Oh, I keep feeling older   I stay game, stay game, stay game      The East Coast kids, man, we just don't know   Singing wait, wait, stop, drop me, go, go, go   But I'm taken by the hand to a blue pay phone   We can break blue laws with our skin and bones      And now I'm back in the city, I'm counting frick frick frick   Heard of milk great things, speaking soft and thick   He said, "If life gives you lemons, then thus god bade.   So put a little bit of bitter in your pink lemonade"      I'm sick of thee sheep, I'm sick of thou shepherd   Sick of dressing like a human when I'm feeling like a leopard   I'm sick of slow rock, I'm sick of quick quips   Sick of holding on to nothing when I just want to hold your hips      This will be a better year   This will be a better year      Make a little money, take a lot of shit   Feel real bad, then get over it      This will be a better year      Oh I keep pushing boulders   I stay game till sun'll shake my shoulders   Oh I keep feeling older   I stay game, stay game, stay game      [Nah, nah, nah...}