Teksty: Eels. Shootenanny. Agony.

Am I gonna be alright?
No, I'm not gonna be alright, nothin' is alright now
Am I gonna see the sun come up?
Or am I goin' down?
'Cause everyday I'm here
All I feel is sheer agony

Friends tellin' me
That maybe I need some psychiatric help
Yeah, they're always so quick to tell you
Just how to get on with it
I look into the mirror
And all I see is ancient fear and agony

If I could just remember what it was like
When I was younger
Oh, the joy and happiness
Replaced with hunger
And all I've got to show
For the seeds that didn't grow is agony