Spoon Out My Eyeballs

I would listen to the radio if I liked songs produced by 40 year olds In high tech studios in the Valley Give me something that I can tap my toes to And scream at the top of my lungs 'Til it sounded like I've been smoking from the day that I was born And you know that I would clap my hands until they’re red And sacrifice my body to the beat of the drum Sonic rounds would spoon out my eyeballs And my feet would be glued to the floor My head was high then Higher than today It was easy to believe in something When I didn’t know a Goddamn thing I close my eyelids And wait for the clouds to part And the sun to shine on me Do you remember April 17th? When I lost my shit and a couple of teeth And I said “Oh, God” I need someone to help me Keep moving on my feet It’s getting harder to be real