26 memberships,
Blood shot eyes and cigarettes.
Is this the way we used to be?
Split in half, I'm choppin' wood
Spin into metal dreams,
Underneath a wet machine
There is hope but you'll have to hold on, They'll let us know when the time is coming
Drunk and sick get your kicks,
Bowl cuts and candy lips,
Is this the way we used to be?
If you're afraid of change Avoid the straight line
Spin into metal dreams,
Underneath a wet machine
There is hope but you'll have to hold on,
They let us know when the time is coming
