mickey flinn s drowning in ice cold wine just to cure my hemlock appetite a little pick me up a diet potion that just might do they say i gotta screw my head on tight i gotta find my way to get back in line i gotta face my fears i wanna meet your ears more than you so tell me why s it always rain on my parade it could be pouring chocolate milk but i d still feel the same cause my head feels like its a million pounds but it doesn t seem to slow me down my soul s been searching cross the seven seas to find recipes for sweet remedies but where a coma when you need it the most i want my own little world cause the real one s way too cold i gotta clear my head on a bike ride i gotta get this girl out of my mind i m always up and down i can t explain myself around you hanging out with a box of moon pie another crummy night for a crummier guy reality is not my cup of tea not my juice