Текст: Enemy You. Stories Never Told. 72 Hours.

Time flies into yesterday
and all those things
now are so far away
but some things never seem to change
I'm still the same old kid
I don't get paid, I don't get laid
and I don't really care

they told me they had a cure
but it's been seven years
and I'm still waiting
for every saint and every jerk
everyone has their things:
we're maniacs, hypochondriacs
and that's just fine with me

'cause though our clocks are ticking
right now we're here and kicking
if I head for that cliff
will you still catch me?
each time they turn it up
but I just tear it down
my thoughts alkaline and I run on
gasoline

it's so unfair but that is life
that may be so but I don't have to like it
we've always got what's in our minds:
each laugh and happy day
from every rush, each stupid crush
they never go away

(Thanks to JohnSmith for these lyrics)