We rode up to the GWB during
the sticky death knell of August
with a plastic bag full of malt liquor
drinking on the FDR

and getting serious like this could be the end of our lives.
So bring it on, I'm tired of waiting.
This could be the end of our lives
and you know there's no reward for hesitating.

We broke down outside Los Gatos
and no all ages matinee benefit show was gonna save us.
I always dread the end of summer
when Amy leaves town, yeah, when James ain't around.

This could be the end of our lives -
burning through a once great nation.
This could be the end of our lives
so bring it on. I'm tired of waiting.

They say, "Dream and dream real big, you're sure to find success!"
But what the fuck can you achieve when you can't get no rest?
And when you never get to sleep
Or when you sleep and don't have dreams it knocks you on your ass.

We caught our breath on the corner I stood when the
sky was cut and the platelets dribbled.
I didn't want to live the cliche and be another
broken heart in a broken city.
So I made a plan to take some action
(I wanted to look back on the rest of my stupid life with some pride),
I breathed deep this air of self-satisfaction,
then I grabbed a couple of beers and went back inside.

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