Saw the best minds of my generation Stumbling back home, coming down the avenue they don't even stop at the venue Cuz this is what life is, it's stuck on the front porch watching somebody chain smoke cigarettes Marlboro Reds off in the corner well maybe they know--but right now How's it going? How's that song coming along? How's your friends doing? They don't come around too much right now Yeah they don't come around right now, nah Cuz this is what life is it's stuck on the front porch watching somebody chain smoke cigarettes Marlboro Reds off in the corner well maybe they know that maybe I'm not scared to die I know that I'm petrified To try and fail

Come around the bend again Always stumbling So caught up in heavy shit tell me why the worst part of growing up is giving up on the things you love I know why I Yeah, I want you to want to I need you to need to Cuz I need you to I Want you to want to I want you to want too So come around again You're always taking six or seven of those lonely bends to get where ever you where you feel dumb and you feel sick thinking about all those things you took from me, you took from me, you took from me still taking well yeah, I want you to want to I need you to need to Cuz I need you to I want you to want, I want you. I want you yeah I need you to I want you to want to I want you to want to yeah I need you too I want, I want, I want, I want yeah, you know I'll stay with you long as it takes Well I want you to want to I need you to need to I want, I want, I want, I want

Swear it's just like honey How cigarettes always taste sweeter on your tongue Blow your brains they're always talking 'bout your lungs How cigarette bands only listened to one song But hey good set man That drummer's not half bad And I'm reeling round the fountain when you call I'm feeling down again And I'm reeling round the fountain when you call Guess I'm feeling down again. Guess I'm spinning out again Swear it's just like honey How cigarettes always taste sweeter on my tongue Blow my brains, they always talking bout some guns And cigarette bands never listened to one song But hey good set man That drummer's not half bad And I'm reeling round the fountain when you call I'm feeling down again And I'm reeling round the fountain when you call Guess I'm feeling down again. Yes, I'm spinning out again And there goes good ol' Charlie Brown She's always feeling down Whenever he's around now And there goes Ol' Charlie Brown I guess she's spinning out I guess that he's around now And there goes Charlie Brown again I guess she's spinning out again

Daisy please, Tell me where the fuck you stashed that Remington you bought with Christmas cash I know why I need some shit to pass the time with shoot that eye up out the motherfuckin' sky And all my friends yeah they come through when it's sunny young black kid born under a damn rain cloud Oh my god, they snorting Vikes up in the park lot I know why I hit the bottle with Saint Thomas Yeah, some people got real problems where's the bottom haven't found yet where's that bottle haven't found it yeah and I know why I keep waiting up at night Yeah I know why, yeah I keep waiting up for someone To call me and tell me I'm everything they want When I'm nothing but caught up Right there in the scuffle of every thing I hate Is circling 'round those things you do Well, I'll see you in the morning Well I mean the Fucking afternoon, Well I know Yeah I know Yeah I know Ooo, Well I'll see you in Ooo, Yeah I see you in Ooo, Well I'll see you in the morning Really means the fucking afternoon Daisy please, Tell me where the fuck you stashed that Remington you bought with Christmas cash I know why I need some shit to pass the time with Shoot that eye up out the motherfucking sky And all my friends yeah they come through when it's sunny Young black kid born under a damn rain cloud Oh my god, they snorting Vikes up in the park lot I know why I hit the bottom with Saint Thomas Does this fucker have a bottom? Where's the bottom haven't found it, yeah? Where's that bottle haven't found it yet Does this fucker have a bottom?

Waited and watched you go Frank Sinatra on the radio Singing a song I used to know Coming through that old car stereo Begged you not to go you kept saying that you gotta know answers to some things I'll never know so I guess I'll just leave you alone But I'll I'll take you anywhere that you would like to go And I I'll take you anywhere that makes you feel at home And I, I'll take you anywhere that you would like to go And I-- Cried the whole way home your song playing on that radio I pretended that I didn't know what was coming through that stereo now It didn't feel like home So I called you on the telephone Voice message left you're never home So I guess I'll just leave you alone now But I I'll take you anywhere that you would like to go And I I'll take you anywhere that makes you wanna glow And I I'll take you anywhere that you would like to go Cuz I know That better days came and went All my money has been spent On cheap booze and cigarettes And I I'll take you anywhere that you would like to go And I I'll take you anywhere that makes you feel like home And I I'll cheer for anyone who makes you feel like home Yeah I'll take you anywhere

Backwards hat on Sideways stepping Drunk as fuck, he Thinks he's something Other than that Big ole heap of Self importance We know he is So when you comin round Put them rings around Put those rings around Rosy So when you're comin round Putting rings around Put them rings around Rosy Backwards hat on Pastor's kids they Backslid so hard Thinks it something Other than that Big old heap of Fucking nothing We know she is So when you come around Throw them rings around Put those rings around Rosy So when you're coming round We putting rings around Put them rings around Rosy So when you coming round Putting rings around Put a ring around rosy tint So when you come around Put a ring around Put that ring around that rosy tint So when you come around