What's with all this doom and gloom?
You used to be such (such a laugh)
It's only sin, original sin
Never been a big fan of things
But I'm growing so fond of you

You get sadder the smarter you get
And it's a bore
You get sadder the smarter you get
And it's a bore

Truth is truth
I ain't no bohemian
Much too, much too safe
Much too, much too typical
Much too, much too typical
Much too, much too

You can use your hands for something else
Ill take you further than the scholars can
Put down your books and molest here
Heaven is here, where it needs to be

You get sadder the smarter you get
And it's a bore
You get sadder the smarter you get
And it's a bore

And there was a time before we were born
When we stood in the garden
If this world does not turn you on
Well, I've got enough for the both of us
The both of us
The both of us

And there was a time before we were born
When we stood in the garden
If this world does not turn you on
Well, I've got enough for the both of us
The both of us