| Chrome revolution, microphone pollution | |
| Satellite days with a textbook solution | |
| Get back, slide off the track | |
| Like a lyric in a haystack | |
| Drunk off of crack, got my feet high | |
| Never figured out where the dogs lie | |
| Didn't mean to pry but the door was open | |
| Lucy in the sky with her red hair tokin' | |
| Do what you like, nothing lasts for ever | |
| So get on it before you think twice | |
| So you think you're clever | |
| But everything worth while has got a price | |
| Money proof armor makes my mind calmer | |
| Honey fully stacked in the back of the bomber | |
| Comin' out playin' on the backboard, say | |
| Like a dead weight scratch in the middle of the day | |
| It's a recline, not another decline | |
| It's the days and the nights in the back of your mind | |
| With a head change, everything is strange | |
| But I'd rather be a smokestack out on the range | |
| Do what you like | |
| Do what you like, nothing lasts for ever | |
| So get on it before you think twice | |
| So you think you're clever | |
| But everything worth while has got a price |