Standard (EADGBE)

 I've tried batches and batches of downers

 Bags of grasses from young out-of-towners

 I've seen the world through blue tinted glasses

 My mustache is making my lip sore

 And I've seen all my nightmares before

 Well I've talked my way out of some trouble

 I ran nose first straight into some more

Where is my stunt double

Rubble has barracaded my door

 Each night begins a new day

 Please tell me where have I heard that one before

 And I've seen all my nightmares before

 My eyelashes are heavy and my hands are unsteady