Another drive, the whip to Pasadena. Paradise that we’ll be passing over, But I told you I won’t let you down, Keep at it til the break of dawn.
A million lies heavy on the shoulders
We’re piss drunk now and only getting older, But music shouldn’t let you down,
The music shouldn’t let you down.
Took a curve at 60 miles an hour,
Flipped once, fell 1,300 feet down,
Ended in a Cali ditch.
You couldn’t make up this shit.
Popped the door with my broken right arm. Days passed and the sun was going all down Til I woke up in a stranger’s bed,
Picture frames with my face in them.
With no name except the one that They gave me, Years passed and those memories are fading.
My momma said I would grow up to be a risk taker, But I fucked around and got addicted to a drug maker. Exit light, enter night
Take my hand.
We’re off to never never land.
You can kill me but you can’t take my mojo
I’m fucking punk rock
Are you still pushing emo?
I know you think it's all been done before.
You can sue me if your name’s Lars Ulrich.
We’re all dead now
This is radio static.
I know you think it’s all been done before.
Crumpled up a paper leaf,
Let’s skip town.
I built a copier machine to burn it all down.
Many lessons to ignore before I dip out.
There’s a god inside of all of us,
But mine is loud.
Plaga-wrote the lottery
And let the man down.
Shot to shit but finally free to let it all out
And there is nothing in the world I’d rather sing about Than dying silent on a highway in a devil town.