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Ted keeps his mind set in the haze Closes the blinds and sleeps for days Careful, but he don't lock the door Bashful, the sloth hangs on the floor Ted keeps his eyes glued to the tube Born in a brain that he don't use Flies on the dishes in the sink Hard thoughts that he can't stand to think What he's waiting for, he doesn't know He hopes it finds him before he's old Inside he's waging war Because his stoner mind is so confined In frozen time, the longing in his soul It's alright, you're still young You've got everything behind you but yourself You're playing the wrong game, son Spending your days in suspended animation Watching the robot-zombie die Thumbing the A, B, X, and Y Sony speakers sing tear the tunes Listens to rap, but lives the blues SongtexteCatches a scent, he's kinda ripe Can't take a shower, schedule's tight M*A*S*H at 7, Cheers at 8 Like everything, the bath will have to wait The master biding his time But it's all he got For never winding his own clock If every call is declined Then I suppose the guy you so resign That no one tries to reach him while he rots It's alright, you're still young You've got everything behind you but yourself You're playing the wrong game, son Spending your days in suspended animation Aus Songtexte Mania