Goldie Boutilier - King of Possibilities

Serotonin, melatoninAcross the hallway, I can hear them moaningDon't interrupt, he's in a zoneIt's been a long time since he has gone homeHe has gone homePills to feel calm, pills to get highIt's a little too late to be on timeGin that smells of turpentineAll I wanna do is have a good timeAll I wanna do is roll the diceWheels touch downIn a gold dust townMoney grows on treesSex is in the breezeI'm the kingKing of possibilitiesKick down the door andCue up the soundThe jokers are wild and you're the clownPaisley scarves and thin gold chainsThe whole operation is on its wayDarlin' I don't playWheels touch downIn a gold dust townMoney grows on treesSex is in the breezeI'm the kingI'm the kingAnd I ran out of sympathyWhen I heard what you said 'bout meI got a fantasyYou're crawling on your kneesI'm the KingKing of possibilities