It's not about the boy   found slain   It ain't about his lips   blood drained   You should've seen his   dreams dissolve   Into the dumpster behind   the mall      I'm goin' down to the   wonderful life   I'm goin' down inside   a satellite   I'm goin' down on the   bullet train   I'm goin' down on the perfect dream      It's not about the   freeway drone   That score her tired   journeys home   Softly licking her to sleep   Her eyes are closed to   the brake light streaks      Sleep in the softest bed   Eat everything you need   Never ask anyone   For anything at all      Why can't I stroke this   world to sleep   Please help me stroke   this world to sleep      It's not about his   prescription brain   Deprived of pills that   keep it sane   He told himself he could   go it alone   See him plead with the   unplugged phone      Sleep in the softest bed   Eat everything you need   Never ask anyone   For anything at all   That restless old monkey   Prisoned inside of me   Stiff bones that   close him in   He waits trapped   deep within      I'm goin' down to the   wonderful life   I'm goin' down inside   a satellite   I'm goin' down on   the SST   I'm goin' down on the   perfect dream   I'm goin' down to the   wonderful life   I'm goin' down like a   ripped up kite   I'm goin' down with   broken ribs   I'm goin' down to a   dirty crib