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let's spend the afternoon in a parking lotwaiting for a car to pick us uptalking trash about how old folks dresstrading karma up for sweet revengewe'll take a sip from the whisky flask& bum a square from the janitorwe'll play a game with a bottle cap& get a job application for fyelet's practice martial arts with the crazy guy.standing on the corner every daylooking out for the citizensfighting criminals inside his headwe'll take a ride to the coffeeshop & give directionsto a soccer momwe'll write your number on the bathroom wall& make it home in time to watch tveveryone in the world is full of shitself important & foolish with their timeeverybody sings the same old tune aboutwhere they've been & where they will be soonit turns inside & makes us cry all nightgod damn i'm so sick & tiredmy bones are wood to stoke the burning firessomeday i'll wake up & seeevery last time got the best of me Aus Songtexte Mania