Oh no I don't think you'll ever need me
Just a lazy bag of bones with nothing up my sleeve
I wish I could tell you I was not bored
But then you'd probably try and move me off this dirty floor
So put your arms around me
And turn me on to something new
'Cause lady I cant get high on this glue-
I'm Immune

Tell me you need it too
Give me my gun my God what have I done
There's not alot I would not do for a tiny bit of fun
Natural's not in I need to change my head
Kind of sad my favorite dream is when I dream I'm dead

Nothing is wrong I just don't want to smile
Never really found the masses very worth the while
All the fuzzy people lost in the world
You'll never go out of style