You tried all 13 channels, but they burned me out again
'cause it's over when, whenever they say
I quit sending postcards 'cause no one knew what to revere,
mailman can't come in to explain.

So I'm out of gasoline, and I hate to sleep, and it's hard to never mind.
It's hard to never mind.

I bought myself new candles, but they only burn old flames.
I guess it's all the same anyway.

Looked through my high school annuals to see who I still knew
but my point of view's forever changed.

All this gasoline just goes to show that no one, never mind.
It's building up, bottled up in time.

All your energy just says to me that you never can unwind.
Just bring it down, bring it down this time.

And should it count against me, if I keep everything that you send to me?
Are you going to find me so the bogs aren't empty all the time?

You've been down the row, I know,
this will never change.

I think way too much about the way things should be said
'cause it just can't leave my head all the way.

It seems my brand new candles would catch on fire today.
I think I might get burned anyway.

All this gasoline just goes to show not everything is nice.
I do my best; don't know what is right.

All your energy just says to me that you never can unwind.
Just bring it down, bring it down in time.
Please bring it down, bring it down.