Lyrics:
Dandy Warhols Thirteen Tales From Urban Bohemia

Well, I'm just not making your scene And I really don't feel like I need I really don't mean that it's cool Didn't really wanna be in high school I'm

Again and again I get up and say I only want to get it right I only want to do the right thing But all these demons harass my soul I won't be today,

My sweet love, I'll take you there Comin' for to carry you home I'll take you down to water Comin' for to carry you home No more weary, no more tired

Well, I must have a door in the back of my head Where I dump out all the crap, so I can just feel solid again No more sittin' around thinkin' about your

Alright, yeah Alright, kick it So your ex got a mansion where you kick it on the hill Your boy comes to see you, he's your Hollywood thrill He's a Spanish

I want a god who stays dead not plays dead I, even I, can play dead I want a god who stays dead not plays dead I, even I, can play dead I want a god

Well I could sleep forever but it's of her I dream If I could sleep forever I could forget about everything If I could sleep forever If I could sleep

Oh you got me shakin oh you got me high I didn't know till now I'm not that good, but You were drinking and thinking all night You were hot so you thought

My sweet love I'll take you there Comin' for to carry you home I'll take you down to the water Comin' for to carry you home No more weary, no more tired