Channel 3 The Whine Of Youth
I can still see the moon on the night we met
It was shining like the grin of a fool
You got into the van, drew all over the roof
I don't know why, but I thought it was cool
You were all Doc Martens and Clove cigarettes
Black Beauties and Blue Label beer
And though I licked every one I finally lost count
Of all the holes pierced round your right ear
All of the nights spent in harmless crime
When will I have a better time?
The whine of youth, bitter roar
The whine of youth, hear me snore...
Ten years later standing in Cozumel
Left foot on a poisonous fish
You almost died and your mouth turned blue
All I thought of was your lipstick
A lifetime gone and my only art left
Is Vicodin and PS2
I think now and then what might have been
Bald, broke and morally screwed
Those were the days, God, we kicked some ass
You punkass kids get off my grass
