but the clouds have never met me but i will meet them when i'm ready

and they sent down some astronauts to study our bones through the miles of garbage, beneath all the junk that we owned

we sent them to wars and hunting now we send them to stores for something

toss over the tv knock over the cds bouncin' off the ceilin' papa, do you see me?

miss america, i love you

the last ones here on earth

it's only standing room in heaven but hell is waiting for your ass

while you were partying, we've been sharping sticks don't care who you've been arguing or bargaining with

at war with every species, veni, vidi, vici peace, love, tye-dye, free wi-fi

i'm gonna rob the prez-o-dent

oh, my gertrude, i don't wanna hurt you i just wanna live like a soda commercial

if there is no future, then we are free pseudosacrifical catastrophe

well, i have my jack and you have your vodka go do what you want, yada, yada, yada, yada

his breath doesn't smell like shit at all no! his breath doesn't smell like he's been chewing shit at all!

well, they say, "punk is dead, get a new pair of lungs instead" she says she know my kind and she wants to know my sign

dancing in the fire, smashing all of the appliances the psychiatrist said the zoloft had some side effects

politicians politicing and everybody makes a killing god save these babies of the eighties

it's only standing room in heaven but hell is glad to have you back

running through the e.r., why won't the blood clot? crying to some cop looking through the mugshots

this isn't how i wanted it i don't care who started it this won't settlе our argument