Elle Milano - My Brother, the Astronaut lyrics

I searched 'psychiatry' and surveyed the facts, $83 billion say Americans can't relax I understand completely but I'd rather not ask, I clear the cobwebs from the corners and dispose of the vacuum bag You're English, you'll be fine Well Getchoo! Getchoo! Getchoo! But it's all downhill from here This cabin fever, the shocks and the shivers, intoxicant rivers through binge drinker's livers There's acres of dead space cadets, they're gonna need therapy with your last breath, sigh: Thanks for the memory but it was getting in the way lately Here's to the memory but if it's not k**ing me it doesn't bother me Forty yard pa** through the graveyard, what I can't catch is all you get! Acres of dead space cadets