I'm flying now
Inhaling too fast now
Coughing up my boring past
It's the same old same old
My, my, my heart throbs
Every weeknight now
And then I turn on my TV
Melt my brain with simplicity
I'll eat too many Fritos
And store-brand cheese whiz
I gotta prep for my American retirement
Beefeater
Beefeater
Beefeater
And after a solid thirty minutes
Which feels like a liquified half-century
I finally move to another room
And find that everything is now new
Beefeater
Beefeater
Beefeater
Beefeater