Original lyrics

EN

What's with all this doom and gloom? You used to be such (such a laugh) It's only sin, original sin Never been a big fan of things But I'm growing so fond of you You get sadder the smarter you get And it's a bore You get sadder the smarter you get And it's a bore Truth is truth I ain't no bohemian Much too, much too safe Much too, much too typical Much too, much too typical Much too, much too You can use your hands for something else Ill take you further than the scholars can Put down your books and molest here Heaven is here, where it needs to be You get sadder the smarter you get And it's a bore You get sadder the smarter you get And it's a bore And there was a time before we were born When we stood in the garden If this world does not turn you on Well, I've got enough for the both of us The both of us The both of us And there was a time before we were born When we stood in the garden If this world does not turn you on Well, I've got enough for the both of us The both of us