It's a myth that you get any smarter   When you finally grow up   I used to carry quite a fine conversation   I used to make up my mind      Now everytime I try to speak   Well I, I laugh at every word   And all the songs that I can sing   They are the worst I've ever heard      It's just a waste that it takes this long   Before we figure out   That this is it babe   Nothing more to it   You get up   And then you lie back down      And the all the hours in between are just the spittle on your screen   You say this never was your dream   That's why you're howling at the moon      Ahhhh-whooooooooooooooooooooooo   Ahhhh-whooooooooooooooooooooooo ooooooooooooooooooooooh