your garbage it is growing   and your weapons and rebellions    were charged on daddy抯 card   to all your baffled looks   we didn抰 choose to do this the hard way   but we scream our lungs and we raise our glasses   to all the girls, and all the boys   with the first five minutes of a war always at their sides   (and like the man said?   "i fall asleep with pen in hand there抯 something    you should know"   and all your guts and all your goals   came in the shiny promo package   knew how this would end before you bled for the beginning   strike a pose   so when you get off your happy little bus   with your happy little smiles   with your happy little instruments that never go out of tune   we will be fucking up and missing words   following you in a van that we had to beg to start   and of course we抮e fucking angry   and of course we抮e tired and ugly   it抯 not all a sunny Sunday   (and like the man said?   "you can take a road that takes you to the stars   i can take a road that will see me through"