Well I started out strong
And my hopes were high
I figured I’ll be like Bonnie and Clyde
25 beers as an alibi
Had to get connected

So I wrote a long letter to a government man
I told him I was born in the summer of Sam
He said: "Son I don’t think that you understand,
I just want to get elected"

But my heart got heavy and my hair grew long
I had to get a job just to get along
I was down in the gutter bellow,
I was down in the gutter bellow

As my daddy always said
Sing a song, how hard can it be just to get along?
He said: "Don’t go selling your soul.
Yeah, don’t go selling your soul."

Hey man, you know, what’s there, too slow,
Feels like im staring at the sun
Get high, get low, don’t let your ego
I’ve been staring at the sun, staring at the sun

Well I got a lot of love for the modern man
I read a lot of books that I don’t understand
Won a lot of things, but I lost your soul
Just want a hooker with a heart of gold

As my heart gets heavy and my hair gets long
How hard can it be just to get along?
When you don’t go selling your soul
Yes, don’t go selling your soul

Hey man, you know, what’s there, too slow,
Feels like im staring at the sun
Get high, get low, don’t let your ego
I’ve been staring at the sun, staring at the sun

Now baby I love you
But spring's in the air
But it just seems like, lately
We spend our days smoking pot and
Wondering how we got so fucked up

Hey man, u know, don’t let your ego,
Feels like we're staring at the sun
Hey man, u know, don’t let your ego,
I've been staring at the sun
Hey man, u know, don’t let your ego,
Feels like we're staring at the sun
Hey man, u know, don’t let your ego,
I've been staring at the sun,
Staring at the sun,
Staring at the sun