Lately i need a better plan I want to get my knees out in the dirt with my hands Cause i have been a cerebral spouse Now my legs want to go into the emerald house And i want to look out i don't want to bail out And i want to help out, i don't want to nod out I don't want to knock you down But why am i still looking for a golden age? You tell me that i ought to have a golden wage Every time i look up at that blurry sun All i think about are bodies floating up Everybody ought to get that special glance Why does dawn leave everybody home with chance? It makes me wonder how i even wrote this song Does this not occur to almost everyone? It makes a monkey wretch It makes a monkey rich Lately i want to be in my heart But where exactly is my heart and where does it start? I don't want that tylenol. Can i sing and make change without crushing clams? I can help the little things but i have big plans I don't want that tylenol It makes a monkey wretch It makes a monkey rich