...and Keep Reaching For Those Stars Songtext

I want to be in a motercycle gang - gangreen and mean and fucked up all the time. Picture me on the back of a Harley - leather-clad and bad and driving fifty-five. I want to see things I'll never get to see - foreign bronze, klingons, naked girls with purple eyes. Yeah, look at me - sad and low and lonely - dead-end job, a slob, and fucked up all the time. I'm going nowhere. I'd rather go somewhere instead. I'm gonna blow a hole through the back of my head. Don't cry when I say good-bye.