How It Is Son

"How It Is Son"
music and lyrics: B. Cerny
performed by: Oxygen
copyright: 2004 


I feel my life is a fast plane
I can keep it in control until I crash land
And all the pain I hold inside
keeps haunting me in the middle of the night

If this is heaven then I would rather stay 
at home, with nothing at all
and close my eyes
And let an old black man with a saxaphone
play me to sleep tonight

I dont feel like holding on just because I am older now
I'm all about the dive bars and the cheap cigars tonight
I dont feel like waking up just to pay for America
Im all about, another round for falling down when life doesnt
look good to me, and so I think about
good friends, sex and love, and if I gotta go get it
then ill wet it maybe set it in the rays of the summer sun

Im buried in my journal and it kills me just 
to read about, my over rated dark and faded
loveless, lifeless, complicated
version of my life I write about all the time

If this is how im gonna feel in ten years from now
man I got troubles up ahead
So I close my eyes, and listen to the rain speak 
to me as it slams against the back door

I dont feel like holding on just because I am older now
I'm all about the dive bars and the cheap cigars tonight
I dont feel like waking up just to pay for America
Im all about, another round for falling down when life doesnt
look good to me, and so I think about
good friends, sex and love, and if I gotta go get it
then ill wet it maybe set it in the rays of the summer sun 

Ooh I eh I eh I eh I yeah

Bah bah bada bah bah
bah bah da bah bah bah
hey eh o
Is everything Irie in your world

I dont feel like holding on just because I am older now
I'm all about the dive bars and the cheap cigars tonight
I dont feel like waking up just to pay for America
Im all about, another round for falling down when life doesnt
look good to me, and so I think about
good friends, sex and love, and if I gotta go get it
then ill wet it maybe set it in the rays of the summer sun