A distorted reality is now a necessity to be free de Elliott Smith

I'm floating in a black balloon
i must make it through this afternoon
shame shifting shadow down drifting
way out of town
and all you ladies and you gentleman
unhappy where you could have been
drive people like you drive a car
till you don't know where you are
you don't impress me
i'm sorry that you're chained to the ground
but no big brother is gonna bring me down now
rim's rolling now with all his might
rain drops falling through a starry night
sunrise on a choppy crusade
waving back at you not me
you don't impress me
you can't be satisfied anyhow
and now big brother is gonna bring me back down