I'm on the floor for most of my time

Feeling so bad, it's in my mind

Teens do lock good swinging by

If I'm grooving old I'll take my time



My case is safe, it's almost blind

Blowing in the wind, blowing in my mind

I got style, I got my pride

Misery's surfing on my side



Still I'm glad, I'm glad, for the youth that I had

Way more sensible, say no more, cradle's laying on the floor



I push you down to the floor

Relax down there or I'll give you some more

Greatest misery in the history of time

If I'm growing old I'll take what's mine



My act is safe when I start to pretend

I hate myself, hero to the end

I got style, I got my pride

Misery's surfing on my side