I'm blowing out spirit smoke As you turn to me try to think me down The crust punks now've got credit cards And it don't phase me when they're living like suicides
All of my friends with degrees Are just standing back counter making minimum wage with me Good thing they followed through they kept clean, Trained heads just to get let down and dying We need something new Everybody needs just a little cool Yeah, We all need something Cause we've got next to nothing
I'm blowing out spirit smoke As you turn to me try to think me down You tell me that I should quit Well I think you should start And all the circles make their way quickly We need something new Cause everybody leaves just a little soon Just give us something Cause we've got next to nothing
And hey hey, I'm worn out And hey, I'm worn out for good