Free spirits, but already tormented by our own hands
Given to us by our parents.
We got together and wrote on desks
And slept in laundry rooms near snowy mountains
And slipped through whatever cracks we could find,
Minds altered, we didn't falter
In portraving hysterical and tragic characters in a smog filled universe.
We loved the dirty city
And the journeys away from it.
We had not yet been or seen our friends, selves,
Chase tails round and round in downward spirals,
Leaving trail of irretrievable, vital life juice behind.
Still, the brothersbloodcomradespartnerfamilycuzz was impenetrable
And we lived inside it
Laughing with no clothes, and everything experimental 'till death was upon us.
In our face, mortality.
And lots of things seemed futile then, but love and music can save us,
And did, while the giant grey monster grew
More poisoned and volatile around us,
Jaws clamping down and spewing ugly shit around.
Nothing is the same.
So we keep moving.
So we keep moving.
Went off and got some hair cuts
Lookin wild and got all drugged up
Hopped a train into the night
Got a ride with a transvestite
Two boys in San Francisco
Two boys in San Francisco
Blasted off in a Bart bathroom
Those coppers woke us up
The mothersfuckers woke us up
Two young brothers on a hover craft
Telepathetic love and bellylaughs
Storm the stage of Universal
Slim shine talk boy go subversal
Papa's proud and so he sent us
Pounding hearts full and relentless
Two boys in London, England
Two boys in London, England
Climbing out of hostel windows
Wearing gear so out but in though
Come on kind and do the no no
Two young brothers on a hovercraft
Telepathics love and belly laughs
We went to Fairfax High School
Jumped off buildings into their pools
We'd sit down and grease at Canters
Run like hell they can't catch us
Two boys in L. A. Proper
Two boys in L. A. Proper
Stealin' anything that we could
Gotta sneak into the Starwood
Gotta peak into the deep good
I remember...
10 years ago in Hollywood
We did some good
And we did some real bad stuff
But the butthole Surfers said
It's better to regret something you did
Than something you didn't do
We were young
And we were looking
Looki-i-ing
Looking for that deep kick...
Seen 'em come, seen 'em go...
(And I feel I'm getting close to you)
It started when we were little kids. Free spirits, but already tormented by our own hands Given to us by our parents. We got together and wrote on desks And slept in laundry rooms near snowy mountains And slipped through whatever cracks we could find, Minds altered, we didn't falter In portraving hysterical and tragic characters in a smog filled universe. We loved the dirty city And the journeys away from it. We had not yet been or seen our friends, selves, Chase tails round and round in downward spirals, Leaving trail of irretrievable, vital life juice behind. Still, the brothersbloodcomradespartnerfamilycuzz was impenetrable And we lived inside it Laughing with no clothes, and everything experimental 'till death was upon us. In our face, mortality. And lots of things seemed futile then, but love and music can save us, And did, while the giant grey monster grew More poisoned and volatile around us, Jaws clamping down and spewing ugly shit around. Nothing is the same. So we keep moving. So we keep moving. Went off and got some hair cuts Lookin wild and got all drugged up Hopped a train into the night Got a ride with a transvestite Two boys in San Francisco Two boys in San Francisco Blasted off in a Bart bathroom Those coppers woke us up The mothersfuckers woke us up Two young brothers on a hover craft Telepathetic love and bellylaughs Storm the stage of Universal Slim shine talk boy go subversal Papa's proud and so he sent us Pounding hearts full and relentless Two boys in London, England Two boys in London, England Climbing out of hostel windows Wearing gear so out but in though Come on kind and do the no no Two young brothers on a hovercraft Telepathics love and belly laughs We went to Fairfax High School Jumped off buildings into their pools We'd sit down and grease at Canters Run like hell they can't catch us Two boys in L. A. Proper Two boys in L. A. Proper Stealin' anything that we could Gotta sneak into the Starwood Gotta peak into the deep good I remember... 10 years ago in Hollywood We did some good And we did some real bad stuff But the butthole Surfers said It's better to regret something you did Than something you didn't do We were young And we were looking Looki-i-ing Looking for that deep kick... Seen 'em come, seen 'em go... (And I feel I'm getting close to you) Explain Request ×
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