I steal from the rich And I give to the poor And I never ever get caught My roommate's doing well She was sick But now she's better And now she has everything she wants Time is moving slower here Maybe I'm just getting older Maybe I'm just having less fun I haven't changed much I still look like a psycho And I sit in the basement Collecting dust I live in my mind That's where I spend my time And I never ever get lost My roommate's getting old Now she sits in a wheelchair And complains about Yoko and John John didn't die Yoko covered it up Now she lives in a nearby hotel Tries to sell her soul No one will buy it Souls don't come cheap Not here in Strasbourg I woke in the morning With a pain in my shoulder And it stung and it burned Like the devil himself And I talked to a doctor In my dumb American accent And he smiled And ran through some standard tests He said "Judging from the results and your medical history I've got a diagnosis for the problem you have You're carrying far too much weight on your shoulders Maybe it's time to take the weight off" I'm having all these dreams Where I get good at swimming And I'm better at swimming Than I have ever have been I win Olympic medals And I swim the English channel Ten times in one year Ain't that some sh**? And I work for the French government Go on secret missions And they pay me to swim To the edges of the Earth And one day I drown And I know that I've failed Wake up right here Back home in Strasbourg