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.