I was hoping for a buzz, but instead I felt a revelation
---------I am going nowhere---------
And everyone just wants to make out
It's like some kind of new fad fading fast
You see the women rising and dancing dirty
Their hands, where men only dream of
They look back and laugh...
"Well hell if they're gonna stare at us...may as well
give them something to look at"
The numbers in the jukebox begin to run together
Im shrugging off advances like bad ideas
"Sorry you, but my heart's not up for grabs. And my body only
follows my heart"
I wish it was petrified and ancient.
Eight more bucks and
I could forget this pain
Yeah I was thinking of moving to Boston or
joining the army
I was thinking of driving until I ran out of cigerattes
god it would have to be better then sitting here, being nothing except
something for someone to look at