Sinful youth in overdrive
Comatose ,but still alive
Ugly rumours,wind-borne tell
Of pissings in the wishing well
How we lost our way back there
Surfin? high on pissed off glares
We rode rings around our fears
And couldn?t have asked for more
Endless summers in teenage lust
Like rhinoceros on angel-dust
Where nothing?s ever happening
Suburbia-mon amour
There was no target we could miss
Cruising cool on prejudice
How could we?ve avoided this?
Wise men ponder still…
With the picks off of life?s upper shelf
The only place I found myself was
Poised for flight in a mensroom stall
Drenched in alcohol