On occasion, we all do battle with motivational paralysis
Unable to perform some simple task
Trapped at the stage of analysis
Thoughts of the shortness of life may beget
Bouts of shortness of breath in your chest
Doubts about the worth of the nights you got left
Crowding out all the fear and regret
I’m gonna tell it like a comeback story.
‘Cause we when we left we were defeated and depressed.
And when we arrived we were ripping high. we had a gun in the glove box.
We had some sweet stuff tucked into our socks.
We had Jesus Christ in all his glory!
Ljudi su stvoreni jedni za druge, zato ih pouči ili ih podnosi.
Tell my mother I’m going home, I have been destroyed by hippie powers