Sum Numbers Songtext

von Ex Libras

Brother, don't beat up on father, and mother don't be useless
Sister get your juices flowing for you night shift
I'll sit home and worry (throw up on the TV?) but i am fine - i toke
My head's fine - i toke
My heart's fine - i love
I punch some numbers into a PC for autocratic a***holes (and a diet of migranes, traffic jams and ring-tones)
Preacher get your son here, tell him i need an angel
Could he call me a doctor? i think i just broke
I am fine - just stoned
My gut's fine - i laugh
I am fine - I'm home