my feet are my limousine & they take me
through the shake downs on pessimism street
sometimes i feel so dirty & cheap
but i;m scared of giving up &
being a psychedelic peace creep

i don;t need you to keep me up all night
it;s out of my head
i want to wake up with my head & die

so give me back my brain.

leave a message or leave me alone

what if the sky falls? & shoves me into the ground
would you pray for me? or would you pull me out?

music: green day; eighty
mood: i want vegemite