The alarm’s screeching at me
And my mom screams the harmony
Wakin’ up in the morning is such a bad fix
But at least I can get off the hook by saying that I’m sick.
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‘Cause I’ve got to got to got to get my fix
‘Cause this world’s too old, now ain’t that the truth.
Got to got to got to get my hit
Now my worries are gone c’mon ‘cause I’m addicted to youth.
At school my teacher tells me I’m much to naïve
He says I’m irresponsible though he doesn’t even see
That we’re on the same level of maturity
Except look whose going bald and growing a belly.
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When everything matters, and life’s dreams have yet to be achieved
You’ve got everywhere to go- you can stay or you can leave
And if you haven’t claimed independence or turned eighteen
And you run out of all your money
You can go back home
Because it’s such a good fix livin’ on your parent’s money
You can drive the car all the way to empty
Then you take a break and have your friends give you rides
And when your parents have to fill it up, then you can drive again.
Your dad had to drive to work yesterday
And he ran out of gas on the way
Had to fill it up and pay the price
But now you’ve got a car again, ain’t in nice?
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