Phoney Marony

I'm thinking the wrong things
I feel like a farce
Singing these words just to keep from my thoughts
Alright, stop

And do the phoney marony
To fake me out of this coma
To put me back in the zone
And do the phoney marony

I was feeling a little depressed
Kind of insane, kind of not well-dressed
I gotta get happier
I gotta get snappier
I gotta get paid
To get baked
To get fucked

Just do the phoney marony
To fake me out of this coma
To put me back in the zone