My jeans are tearing, a little slower than my heart, If I wear them out too long then I am sure tear them apart. Your head is aching, I'm pretty sure that's true Keep your eyes out of the telescope, and I'll sing you a song less blue. Hold me down, hold me tightly, keep me around, don't hold me back Get off the ground, stare politely, don't make a sound, stay on track. Keep your eyes on me, don't look up. Keep your face towards mine, instead of facing the bottom of your cup. We'll look forward until there's none left Then we'll glance backward as we drift, drift, drift... I am certain I am destined to travel back and time and start life Let me go, let me try, I know what I'm doing give me back that knife. Hold me down, hold me tightly, keep me around, don't hold me back Get off the ground, stare politely, don't make a sound, stay on track.

Oh my god x3 We’re all gonna die Oh my god x3 We’re all gonna die Oh my god x3 We’re all gonna live! And life isn’t all that serious now is it? And life isn’t all that serious now is it? And life isn’t all that serious now is it, anyway? Oh my god x3 We’re all gonna die Oh my god x3 We’re all gonna die. We’re all gonna live. And then we’ll die.

Oh the... Doctors wanted to survive but oh the monsters, they still did thrive, and when will you all learn your stupid lessons? And one day we’ll all live in peace but until that time we’ll just seek each other’s boring company and heaven! But when it rains it pours and each other we adore, in love triangles we circle one another We’ll go off on our tangents and it’s true we love our grandkids but yet we still all just run for cover And we’re all just babies falling in the sky And we’re all just babies falling in the sky And sleeping through each other’s dreams we’ll think how big infinity is but I still think that things matter. Sometimes ruining routine will make us all feel a little clean, ‘cause just sitting on our asses makes us fatter And I miss country roads which take us home to where we each belong So you just wait in my head, poisoning lead poison in my lungs And we’re all just babies falling in the sky And we’re all just babies falling in the sky And still I choose to believe that in our hearts we rarely bleed, because pain is superstition and love is real Some people call it optimism, but I chose instead to kiss them on the cheek so they can feel…me And we’re all just babies falling in the sky And we’re all just babies falling in the sky...

I've been rambling around since I was just a sapling Speaking lies and truths since I left my home I can't remember which pocket I put my map in In this jacket left to me on loan So for now, I guess I'll just roam. I haven't seen a face in eighteen miles I haven't feared for my life since I've been gone I don't know if I've been through trials Anything like what I just saw at dawn At least, I got off that guy's lawn I don't think I know an answer. But I'm almost sure as hell that's true. I sure hope that I do not have cancer, because then I wouldn't be around with you Then I wouldn't be around with you Some folks say my home is where my heart is. But I still my know my home is where your heat is. And frankly sometimes I think the seas have parted So I, am coming home to you So I, sure as hell, am coming home to you I don't think I know an answer. But I'm almost sure as hell that's true. I sure hope that I do not have cancer, because then I wouldn't be around with you Then I wouldn't be around with you Some folks say my home is where my heart is. But I still my know my home is where your heat is. And frankly sometimes I think the seas have parted So I, am coming home to you

I was born about two hours ago, and when I left the womb my mother screamed "oh god, no" I am a monster and a demon, but I am still afraid, because the shortest life to be liven is the one of which I'm made I've traveled, about three feet before I saw the flash and when the moon was pulsating I wasn't even aware for the crash Maybe, I'm much happier than most on this day, but hell consciousness just may be, overrated anyway If you are my God or father, could you look me in the eye? Just admit humans were just an accident and tell me it's ok to cry. They're so mature, and yeah smarter than you thought, but that information cannot comfort them, when it's getting this hot. I have no eyesight. I have no dreams. All I have is my body, but it's already riddled with disease. I have never committed anything close to a sin. But, for all you know my heart is made of tin. I don't got a favorite movie, I can't play not steel guitar, but I'll steal your heart for a warm milk jar. I'm not aware of the future, and I have no past. I'm aware of almost nothing and even that won't last. I might as well be the spawn of Lucifer. Your lips begin to tremble, and I hear you softly whisper, "This is the end of ends, this is the beginning of me, this is the moment in which we all come clean." "This is the end of ends, this is the beginning of me, this is the moment in which we all come clean." "This is the end of ends, this is the beginning of me, this is the moment in which we all come clean." ...

Let's throw a punk rock show on our last night alive and it'll be beautiful, and maybe just a bit tragic. We used to say we would live fast and die young, but now the living is what's important, so let's do that until our last night alive. It's ok that you're a little bit depressed. Because hell, I'm a little depressed too. I won't sing about us getting undressed, because whatever happens here, I'll be there for you Oi Oi Oi! We'll all bring some twigs for the fire. Another blade of grass here or there You and I will run and dance around the flames, burning the tips of our arm hair. It's ok that you're a little bit depressed. Because hell, I'm a little depressed too. I won't sing about us getting undressed, because whatever happens here, I'll be there for you Oi Oi Oi! We're just counting down the minutes, with hour long songs. We're just blessing every moment, where we get along. I don't care how fleeting this may be, because in another alternate reality it was our destiny

Oi Oi Oi! ... It appears to me, as if we only have one life to live. So if I have one life to live, I gotta make sure it is worthwhile. And while I always do try to live everyday as if it is my last, my last day will be my trial, watch this smile, fade away. And when I heard the news that all life may be ending soon, I couldn't hold back my tears for much longer, now I wonder. I drive from town to town in my minivan, blasting sounds from my speaker system, meeting people as I often ponder. I have been looking around Thinking about what I've found, and often what I have not. Come to terms with, I don't know what to do But I'll sure as hell do it And I think this story might soon come to a close, but I am oh so hopefully about the upcoming sequel Oh well, maybe the ending was just a tad anticlimactic, but it seems all put in perspective by the people Ring the bell right now, it is time for the last supper, even though it is only noon, far too soon, some may say. Let the anger slip away, and grasp the comfort come as it may. Let the anger slip away, and grasp the comfort come as it may. I have been looking around Thinking about what I've found I don't know what is left, I'm not sure who is right, but please don't be tonight...

Lying down, staring up at the sky, getting dirt in our hair, as we finally stop asking why Maybe we've finally started to understand what matters. And maybe something will live on without me, oh I don't mind. Oh it'll be just fine, oh it'll be fine, just be kind. And maybe we're just optimistic. And perhaps we're alright Acceptance of something crappy can often help stop the fight And the bliss that comes with the abyss will surely be here soon I can sense the miniature earthquakes and the changes in the moon Perhaps it's a little silly. Perhaps, it's a little sad, but Slowly sinking into the cool earth is as comforting as a hug from my dad And maybe we're just optimistic. And perhaps we're alright Acceptance of something crappy can often help stop the fight Getting lost, in the woods, with you, on our last night alive May help me fell content, it may help make me feel less contrived. And the stars start pulsating, and the moon is redder and darker than before But maybe it's all just renovating, and in a couple thousand years we'll come back knocking on the door. (x2)