Problems from IV by John Ralston

Wake up in the morning. I've got circles in my head and I've got circles in my head. And, I've got problems.
Wake up in the evening and I probably should be dead, and yeah I probably should be dead, but I've got problems.

Wings of wax, a tarnished ax, I'm all that's left of one. Stranded on the surface of the sun. But I do not think I'm done. I'm not done. I'm not done. I'm not done.

Sometimes I get seasick when I'm walking out in traffic.
Well, I do not like to be out in a crowd.
Pour another drink down my neck. Damn them all to hell, I'll be back.
Bottle of those bees for someone else!

Wings of wax, a tarnished ax, I'm all that's left of one. Stranded on the surface of the sun. But I do not think I'm done. I'm not done. I'm not done. I'm not done.

I don't want to live, and I do not want to die, but I always want to Be…and that's my problem.
Grant me perpetual motion. Grant me hope and love and harmony.

Wings of wax, a tarnished ax, I'm all that's left of one. Stranded on the surface of the sun. But I do not think I'm done. I'm not done. I'm not done. I'm not done.

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