I can't contain the motion
Get it out of my mind
I can bend the rules
With primitive tools and stutters
I feel right at home beside the woodshed
Give as good as I do get
And I heart the part
When you play the concerned friend
When will it end?

Unfortunately none of us will get away spared
From the neverending night life that we shared
I cannot even do one sit-up
Sit-ups are so bourgeoisie
I'm busy hanging out
And spending your money
What does it mean?
I want to be there