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