We rode up to the GWB
During the sticky death knell of August
With a plastic bag full of malt liquor
Drinking on the FDR
And getting serious like

This could be the end of our lives
So bring it on, I'm tired of waiting
This could be the end of our lives
And you know there's no reward for hesitating

We broke down outside Los Gatos
And no all ages matinee benefit show was gonna save us
I always dread the end of summer
When Amy leaves town, yeah, when James ain't around

This could be the end of our lives
Burning through a once great nation
This could be the end of our lives
So bring it on, I'm tired of waiting

They say, "Dream and dream real big
You're sure to find success!"
But what the fuck can you achieve
When you can't get no rest?
And when you never get to sleep
Or when you sleep and don't have dreams
It knocks you on your ass
We caught our breath on the corner
I stood when the sky was cut and the platelets dribbled

I didn't want to live the cliche
And be another broken heart in a broken city
So I made a plan to take some action
I wanted to look back on my stupid life with some pride
I breathed deep this air of self-satisfaction
Then I grabbed a couple of beers and went inside