Everything is exactly right

When I walk around here drunk every night

With an open container from 7-11

in St. Ides heaven

I've been out haunting the neighborhood

and everybody can see I'm no good

When I'm walking out between parked cars

with my head full of stars

High on anphetamenes

the moon is a light bulb breaking

it'll go around with anyone, but it won't come down for anyone

You think you know what brings me down

that I want those things you could never allow

you see me smiling you think it's a frown, turned upside down

Cos everyone is a fucking pro

and they all got answers from the trouble they know

and they all say what you should and shouldn't do

though they don't have a clue

High on anphetamenes

the moon is a light bulb breaking

it'll go around with anyone

but it won't come down for anyone

and I won't come down for anyone