It's not about the boy found slain It ain't about his lips blood drained You should've seen his dreams dissolve Into the dumpster behind the mall I'm goin' down to the wonderful life I'm goin' down inside a satellite I'm goin' down on the bullet train I'm goin' down on the perfect dream It's not about the freeway drone That score her tired journeys home Softly licking her to sleep Her eyes are closed to the brake light streaks Sleep in the softest bed Eat everything you need Never ask anyone For anything at all Why can't I stroke this world to sleep Please help me stroke this world to sleep It's not about his prescription brain Deprived of pills that keep it sane He told himself he could go it alone See him plead with the unplugged phone Sleep in the softest bed Eat everything you need Never ask anyone For anything at all That restless old monkey Prisoned inside of me Stiff bones that close him in He waits trapped deep within I'm goin' down to the wonderful life I'm goin' down inside a satellite I'm goin' down on the SST I'm goin' down on the perfect dream I'm goin' down to the wonderful life I'm goin' down like a ripped up kite I'm goin' down with broken ribs I'm goin' down to a dirty crib