It's not about the boy found slain
It ain't about his lips blood drained
You should've seen his dreams dissolve
Into the dumpster behind the mall
Well, I'm goin' down to the wonderful life
I'm goin' down inside a satellite
I'm goin' down on the bullet train
I'm goin' down on the perfect dream
It's not about the freeway drone
That score her tired journeys home
Softly licking her to sleep
Her eyes are closed to the brake light streaks
I'm goin' down to the wonderful life
I'm goin' down inside a satellite
I'm goin' down on the bullet train
I'm goin' down on the perfect dream
Sleep in the softest bed
Eat everything you need
Never ask anyone
For anything at all
Why can't I stroke this
World to sleep
Please help me stroke this
World to sleep
It's not about his prescription brain
Deprived of pills that keep it sane
He told himself, he could go it alone
See him plead with the unplugged phone
Sleep in the softest bed
Eat everything you need
Never ask anyone
For anything at all
That restless old monkey
Prisoned inside of me
Stiff bones that close him in
He waits trapped deep within
I'm goin' down to the wonderful life
I'm goin' down inside a satellite
I'm goin' down on the SST
I'm goin' down on the perfect dream
I'm goin' down to the wonderful life
I'm goin' down like a ripped up kite
I'm goin' down with broken ribs
I'm goin' down to a dirty crib