Lyrics: Parliament. Placebo Syndrome.

There's so much syndrome, baby
There's so much syndrome, baby

When all the smiles are out of town
You're going round and round
You find the syndrome

When your ups lift you down
Your placebo is too weak
You're in the syndrome

You're in the syndrome
And the intensity of their sadness
Is equal to the intensity they enjoy

There's so much syndrome, baby

When all the thing is out of sound
There's no coming round
Play with the syndrome

What used to be such fun to do
Can often leave you weak
Into the syndrome

Livin' at the top of the syndrome
Placebo syndrome
Livin' at the top of the syndrome
Placebo syndrome

Livin' at the top of the syndrome
Placebo syndrome
Livin' at the top of the syndrome
Placebo syndrome

Livin' at the top of the syndrome
Placebo syndrome
Livin' at the top of the syndrome
Placebo syndrome

Livin' at the top of the syndrome
Placebo syndrome
Livin' at the top of the syndrome
Placebo syndrome

Livin' at the top of the syndrome
Placebo syndrome
Livin' at the top of the syndrome
Placebo syndrome

There's so much syndrome, baby

When all the smiles are out of town
You're falling round and round
You find the syndrome

When your ups lift you down
Your placebo is too weak
You're in the syndrome

When all the smiles are out of town
You're falling round and round
You find the syndrome

When your ups lift you down
Your placebo is too weak
You're in the syndrome

So good, syndrome
Livin' in the syndrome
Syndrome, baby

Livin' at the top of the syndrome
Placebo syndrome
Livin' at the top of the syndrome
Placebo syndrome

Livin' at the top of the syndrome
Placebo syndrome
Livin' at the top of the syndrome
Placebo syndrome

Livin' at the top of the syndrome
Placebo syndrome
Livin' at the top of the syndrome
Placebo syndrome

Livin' at the top of the syndrome
Placebo syndrome
Livin' at the top of the syndrome
Placebo syndrome