Sinful, Wind-Borne

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 And when sun she came peeking through There wasn't much more to do Cut our wrists on guilded sins And closed the door back in Not good, not nice But we saw through all of their lies Not mean, not scared But there Sinful and wind-borne