Mum felt fine,
Wanting to k** the family before the news,
She's the ruler of the Prozac kingdom,
Her appliances and phoney conversations,
Talk to your mum, Wendy,
Even if she seems distant lately,
It's just the sunshine in her eyes,
The weather that the doctor prescribed,
And Wendy's warming her hands on the flames,
The Halvesons will never be the same, woah-oh-oh,
You do something to me,
You do something to me,
You do something to me all the time.
Dad was sick,
He got his fingers burnt getting close to an old flame,
Wonders why his wife cries all the time,
He wonders why he can't find peace of mind,
You can't expect your kids to turn out fine,
When you're playing with matches,
Another tragic fall from success,
Nero fiddles on enchanted,
And Wendy's warming her hands on the flames,
The Halvesons will never be the same, woah-oh-oh,
You do something to me,
You do something to me,
You do something to me all the time,
You do something to me,
You do something to me,
You do something to me all the time.
He wanders god-like through the ruins of his private world,
Lights up a joint and Wendy slips away,
Looks for redemption in her hazel eyes,
And cries all the time woah-oh-oh,
You do something to me,
You do something to me,
You do something to me all the time,
You do something to me,
You do something to me,
You do something to me all the time. (all the time)
(Woo-hoo-hoo) All the time,
(Woo-hoo-hoo) All the time,
(Woo-hoo-hoo) All the time,
(Woo-hoo-hoo) All the time,
(Woo-hoo-hoo) Said all the time,
(Woo-hoo-hoo) I said all the time,
(Woo-hoo-hoo) All the time.