Everything is exactly right   When I walk around here drunk every night   With an open container from 7-11   in St. Ides heaven   I've been out haunting the neighborhood   and everybody can see I'm no good   When I'm walking out between parked cars   with my head full of stars   High on amphetamenes   the moon is a light bulb breaking   it'll go around with anyone, but it won't come down for anyone   You think you know what brings me down   that I want those things you could never allow   you see me smiling you think it's a frown, turned upside down   Cos everyone is a fucking pro   and they all got answers from the trouble they know   and they all say what you should and shouldn't do   though they don't have a clue   High on amphetamenes   the moon is a light bulb breaking   it'll go around with anyone   but it won't come down for anyone   and I won't come down for anyone