It's not about the boy found slain
It ain't about his lips, blood drained
You should've seen his dreams dissolve
Into the dumpster behind the mall

I'm going down
To the wonderful life
I'm going down
Inside a satellite

I'm going down
On the bullet train
I'm going down
On the perfect dream

It's not about the freeway drone
That score her tired journeys home
Softly licking her to sleep
Her eyes are closed to the brake light streaks

I'm going down
To the wonderful life
I'm going down
Inside a satellite

I'm going down
On the bullet train
I'm going down
On the perfect dream

Sleep in the softest bed
Eat everything you need
Never ask anyone
For anything at all

Why can't I stroke this world to sleep?
Please help me stroke this world to sleep

It's not about his prescription brain
Deprived of pills that keep it sane
He told himself he could go it alone
See him plead with the unplugged phone

Sleep in the softest bed
Eat everything you need
Never ask anyone
For anything at all

That restless old monkey
Prisoned inside of me
Stiff bones that close him in
He waits trapped deep within

I'm going down
To the wonderful life
I'm going down
Inside a satellite

I'm going down
On the SST
I'm going down
On the perfect dream

I'm going down
To the wonderful life
I'm going down
Like a ripped up kite

I'm going down
With broken ribs
I'm going down
To a dirty crib