Hell yeah, hell yeah Fuckin' right (And we say) Hell yeah Fuckin' right, all right Interviews are like confessions Do you love this shit? Are you high right now? Do you ever get nervous? Are you single?

And I'll be me Why don't you be you Just let it be So come on, let it go Everything that's broke Leave it to the breeze From walking home and talking loads Seeing shirts in evening clothes with you From nervous touch and getting drunk