Meet me in the middle of the morning
When the crows fly highest in the sky
Couldn't you hear me calling?
I was up looking for you all night
Oh, but I never found you
No matter how hard I tried to
Oh, no, I never found you
Sara, if only you knew
Serotonin, you're burning a hole into my heart
Felt like I was floating
But now you're coming down with you so
Down with you so hard
Meet me at the bottom of the ocean
Feel its fingers tickling our skin
You mix your magic potion
The old familiar feeling starts to kick in
But now it's fading and I can't hear what you're saying
It feels like it's slipping through my fingers
It's fading and I can't hear what you're saying
It feels like you're slipping, but
It's just the serotonin
It's burning a hole into my heart
Felt like I was frozen
Yeah, but now I'm coming up so hard
Serotonin
Girl, you're really tearing me apart
It felt like I was frozen
Yeah, but now I'm coming up so hard
Sara, serotonin, Sara, serotonin
Now I'm coming up so hard
Sara, serotonin, Sara, serotonin
And now I'm coming up so hard
Joe is out of school, didn't fucking ask for much
Couldn't get a job, the marines his last hope
Down at the frontline, with a gun not a toy
Kill many men, not asking what for
Joe's family, the comrades next to him
Die one by one, his luck is running out
Joe wrote back home, his parents unemployed
The rich is fuckin laughing, profits from the war
Go!
Joe is off to die, for another senseless war
No arms, no legs, his mother cries at home
Joey wears the flag, so proud to fight for us
And for a government, that doesn't give a fuck
Go!
Joe is off to die, for another senseless war
No arms, no legs, his mother cries at home
Joey wears the flag, so proud to fight for us
And for a government, that doesn't give a fuck
Marching to the left, marching to the right
Marching on the frontline, what a fuckin sight
Marching to the left, marching to the right
Marching on the frontline, what a way to die
Joey, Joey, Joey, Tell me what you see now
Joey, Joey, Joey, Please come back home now
Marching to the left, marching to the right
Marching on the frontline, what a fuckin sight
Marching to the left, marching to the right
Marching on the frontline, what a way to die