Goldie Boutilier - King of Possibilities

Serotonin, melatonin
Across the hallway, I can hear them moaning
Don't interrupt, he's in a zone
It's been a long time since he has gone home
He has gone home

Pills to feel calm, pills to get high
It's a little too late to be on time
Gin that smells of turpentine
All I wanna do is have a good time
All I wanna do is roll the dice

Wheels touch down in a gold dust town
Money grows on trees, sex is in the breeze
I'm the king
King of possibilities

Kick down the door, cue up the sound
The jokers are wild and you're the clown
Paisley scarves and thin gold chains
The whole operation is on it's way
Darlin' I don't play

Wheels touch down in a gold dust town
Money grows on trees, sex is in the breeze
I'm the king
I'm the king

And I ran out of sympathy
When I heard what you said 'bout me
I got a fantasy
You're crawling on your knees
I'm the King

King of possibilities