looking at the white boy, to his girl friends then shaven heads
talk about the good times, with the metal heads
life that never ends, trial drugs for losing love
always find you puking on the carpet ends, it begins
over fed the goldfish once again, tripping on the ego of another genertation

fails the pop quiz, then again
never pass life before the movie ends,
tripping on toys left by love, in the car all bets are off
bombs go off, the evervesant feel of toast and bells

Ankles deep in tattoos, bodies used 
even girls get confused
ground is wet in the red paint from the wedding day
accopella songs in old verse reminding you
that even rock stars will drive that herse

carving on the tree of you and me, the last remaining melody
worn out cars, and feeling numb
the last song already sung,
bottled water casts a shade, leaves a longing for lemonaid

this pen scratched sign counts for naught,
she rips it up and buys a yaht, two stories tall
he lost it all, walks to find his new song
oh that melody, the sounds of life without cares or strife
tripping on the rips cords and the broken glass,
crowds with girls, how he grabs that ass
rules for a life that overflows
living out the good times with the best of friends