Think Like a Machine, Not a Boy
The Flaming Lips
I used to think I like the way the nature hit us all
Every single answer I despise
Now I sleep in your unders
Simple, lighter way
My mind has been poisoned, paralyzed
Oooh
Why oh, why? could make me so, so
Right and stormed so I love
I love the beauty that surrounds me
The gentleness of love
I wish I could go back and be a boy once again
Oooh oh oh
Oooh oh oh
Oooh oh oh
The beauty that surrounds me
The beauty that surrounds me
The beauty that surrounds me
The beauty that surrounds me
The beauty that surrounds me