Tekstovi: Dandy Warhols. Thirteen Tales From Urban Bohemia. Big Indian.

Well, my friends do me so right
I'm lucky this far, maybe it's karma
I get over them, but only at times
And I thank my lucky stars

I wish I may, I wish that I might
Just keep an open mind all of the time
My old man told me one time
You never get wise, you only get older

And most things, you never know why
But that's fine when the future is frightening
And I seem to be fighting it
Well, soon as it's brightening
Then I, I feel fine, and then I, I feel fine

Well, my friends do me so right
I'm lucky this far, maybe it's karma
I get over them, but only at times

Well, the future is frightening
And I seem to be fighting it
But soon as it's brightening
Well, the future is brightening
The future is frightening, but I, I feel fine
Oh yes I, I feel fine