Do you remember thrash Mexican budapest Oh and how you lived All joy and conquest Just breathe in, and tell yourself... Oh that sweet familiar touch That's made of all of your pain Oh that sweet familiar drug So pretty that you can't complain Take it now, before it's gone... These are the times, These are the days These are the words That we'll take away Total happiness You think it's just around the bend You wait for 1,2,3 A greater love, a better friend You try to pay, for what is free... Buy a suit, pay the rent Everyday a tiny death You think it's meaningless So you sit And hold your breath Believe me now, You'll tell yourself...