The sun is burning, it never changes, the people look up with nothing in
their eyeballs,
They stare at billboards, as if for guidance,
There's something wrong here I can't put my finger on
Same thing, same way, every day, stupefaction (oh yeah)

Drive out on Sunset, well nothing's moving,
The lights are green or is that my imagination?
The people sit there, cameras without action,
I can't see the point but I see the attraction
Of the same thing, same way, every day, stupefaction (oh yeah)

We're gonna get clear out of this someday,
Because the comfort's so appealing, the bodies so revealing
Just get to feeling like a wheel without traction, stupefaction

I asked the landlord, "How much you making? Don't you get tired of just
taking and taking?"
I asked the neighbor, "Why are you so stupid?
Giving us those dirty looks and trying to murder Cupid?"
It's the same thing, same way, every day, stupefaction (oh yeah)

We're gonna get clear out of this someday,
Because the comfort's so appealing, the bodies so revealing
Just get to feeling like a wheel without traction, stupefaction

Turn up the TV, turn up the radio, turn up the volume, nothing seems to matter,
Lay back and slumber, ring up the number, ask the operator what spell we
are under
It's the same thing, same way, every day, stupefaction (oh ye