Two...three...four...I drank all my fuckin' brew and I ain't gots no more... Feeling so damn tired Running on desperate fumes For the end is Always near, now Empty handed It's always soon Psychocise me

I just don't understand The ways of the world today Sometimes I feel Like there's nothing to live for So I'm longing for the days of yesterday Won't somebody tell me Remember back in the time When the only sign we had was pickets But now in '94, it be

We never done, we never done 'Cause I don't wanna go through the gates of heaven thinking what we might have missed Let's see the eight world wonders Before we're six feet under, oh Do everything we always talked about Climb a mountain in Nepal Land in

Blink back, to let me know It was always you Falling for me Now there's always time Calling for me I'm the light blinking at the end of the road (It was always you) When the world gets too heavy Put it on my back

In the back of that red rag top She said please don't stop I was back in that red rag top On the day she stopped loving me I was twenty and she was eighteen We were just about as wild as we were green In the ways of the world She'd pick me up in that red

I'm still dreaming of you And the moon's still floating high What a wonderful surprise I close my eyes And dream of you I'm dreaming at daybreak And the world's so far behind That's why I always find at daybreak

Always was, always gonna be Always gonna only be you You ain't just a sundown, you're spinning my whole world You ain't just a number, I call when I'm lonely They see blue jeans walking by I see my ship coming in They see the end of the night I see a

Fuck it all! fuck this world! Fuck everything that you stand for! Don't belong! don't exist! Don't give a shit! Don't ever judge me! I am the push that makes you move Over and over and under my skin Fuck you all! Running out of ways to run

It's always out of reach Sex on the radio And love is always out of reach But I never want to stop trying, no And all our secrets go Out the window And all the world knows now They're playing sex on the radio We all live on an idle TV show

I don't mind (Read the writing on the wall) (Tortured voices as we crawl) Find me on my better days To lose it once again Mother cries But I seem to find out better ways To consciously pretend Lost the meaning of our stay