Sometimes I wish I wasn't my mother's son
Out doing blow with my friends on a Monday night
She broke her bones and worked harder for more than this -
To be beat down and broke down, tensed up and worn out
If I had a house with a porch built just for me
Let my pugs out and roam the field next to me
I believe I could receive something more than I would leave
If I was down, if I was down
Living in the valley, yes
No one to create, no one to fake, no
Living in the valley, yeah
Mmm, mmm
Two cups of coffee, the fog, and a mountain breeze
A pretty little woman with my hoodie on and laying on me
We'll make love when we want to 'cause, baby, we are naked and free
Playing house in the kitchen no matter the season
But creeping and crawling on my chest when I try to sleep
Unholy demons clawing and gnashing their teeth
As much as I wish I was manic, baby, like my family
Instead you'll always find me steady always living
Living in the valley, yes
Constantly creating, perpetually faking, no
Living in the valley, yeah
Mmm, mmm
Living in the valley, yes
Oh, no one to create, no one to fake, no
Living in the valley, yeah
Mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm