by New Waver
I don't know just where I'm going
But I'm gonna try to forget that if I can
Cos it makes me feel like I've been winning, when I boost my serotonin
And things aren't quite as depressing, when I'm rusning on my rounds
When I'm on the train to town, I feel like the bosses son
But I guess I just don't know
I have made a big decision
I'm gonna try to nullify my life
Cos though my genes have decided that I'd be better off suicided, this chemical's over-riding
And you can do the things you do, and I won't get angry at you, cos I'm not able to
And I wonder if it shows, and I guess I just dont know
I wish that I was someone else
I wish that I had a social life
On a great big ego-trip, going from this party to that, with a groovy source of cash
Away from the big city, where a drone cannot be free
Or all the evils of this species and of himself and those who fleece him
But I guess I just don't know
Prozac, the brain-death of me
Prozac, fits my wife and fits my life
Because a capsule in my mouth leads to a centre in my head, and then I'm better off than dead
Because when the serotonin flows, I really don't care any more
About all the competition in this town, and office politicians making office sounds
And everybody putting everybody else down, and all the junk food piled up in mounds
Because when the serotonin flows, I really don't care any more
When that Prozac's in my blood, and the blood is in my head
Then I thank god that I'm good as dead, and I thank god that I'm not aware, and I thank god that I just don't care
I'm going with the flow, and I guess I just don't know