Another drive, the whip to Pasadena
Paradise that we’ll be passing over
Man, I told you I won’t let you down
Keep at it 'til the break of dawn
A million lies heavy on the shoulders
We’re p*ss drunk now and only getting older
But music shouldn’t let you down
The music shouldn’t let you down
Took a curve at 60 miles an hour
Flipped once, fell 1,300 feet down
Ended in a Cali ditch
You couldn’t make up this sh*t
Popped the door with my broken right arm
Days passed and the sun was going all down
I woke up in a stranger’s bed
Picture frames with my face in them
With no name except the one that they gave me
Years passed and those memories are fading
My momma said I would grow up to be a risk taker
But I f*cked around and got addicted to a drug maker
Exit light, enter night
Take my hand
We’re off to never never land
You can kill me but you can’t take my mojo
I’m f*cking punk rock
Are you still pushing emo?
I know you think it's all been done before
And you can sue me if your name’s Lars Ulrich
We’re all dead now
This is radio static
I know you think it’s all been done before
Crumpled up a paper leaf
Let’s skip town
I built a copier machine to burn it all down
Many lessons to ignore before I dip out
There’s a god inside of all of us, but mine is loud
Plaga-wrote the lottery and let the man down
Shot to sh*t but finally free to let it all out
And there is nothing in the world I’d rather sing about
Than dying silent on a highway in a devil town