Another drive, the whip to Pasadena
Paradise that we’ll be passing over
Man, I told you I won’t let you down
Keep at it 'til the break of dawn
A million lies heavy on the shoulders
We’re piss drunk now and only getting older
But music shouldn’t let you down
The music shouldn’t let you down
Took a curve at 60 miles an hour
Flipped once, fell 1,300 feet down
Ended in a Cali ditch
You couldn’t make up this shit

Popped the door with my broken right arm
Days passed and the sun was going all down
I woke up in a stranger’s bed
Picture frames with my face in them
With no name except the one that they gave me
Years passed and those memories are fading
My momma said I would grow up to be a risk taker
But I fucked around and got addicted to a drug maker

Exit light, enter night
Take my hand
We’re off to never never land

You can kill me but you can’t take my mojo
I’m fucking punk rock
Are you still pushing emo?
I know you think it's all been done before
And you can sue me if your name’s Lars Ulrich
We’re all dead now
This is radio static
I know you think it’s all been done before

Crumpled up a paper leaf
Let’s skip town
I built a copier machine to burn it all down
Many lessons to ignore before I dip out
There’s a god inside of all of us, but mine is loud
Plaga-wrote the lottery and let the man down
Shot to shit but finally free to let it all out
And there is nothing in the world I’d rather sing about
Than dying silent on a highway in a devil town