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Hello - and goodbye
Looking back
With 20/20 hindsight
We only tried to play our part
When selfishness is state of the art
You've just got to change
feet thick and twenty high?


Behind all this makeup is no one you know (Behind...)

I safely speak the truth and watch confusion grow

(Safely speak
cane ko ko
Aye, aye, pass the dro my way
Or no way twenty fo no 25-8
Thought you knew
Suicide lane
Fuck you

Grab my crotch, what's my name
Been
Nineteen hundred seventy three
My second cousin Calvin and me
We loaded down his old blue green Corvair
And headed for the State Fair

Was mid
on the TV

And that's about the time she walked away from me
Nobody likes you when you're twenty three
And I'm still more amused by TV shows
What
The road demon sees
Spinnin' last four speeds
Convoy says lets roll
Inner state, time to go

King of the mountain screams
Pedal down, seven three
Strangeways
Strange, strange

I was born into confusion
My mother said to me
'When you become a man you'll understand'
But it's still a mystery
White lines come undone
Like a calm summer sea
But all these creatures
They've been watching me

Midnight by candlelight
Just my heart in a spoon
All
I got a 20 sider on call
Dressed up and ready to roll
Get up and choose alignment
Dressed up and ready to roll

Midnight, torchlight down in
Fly-by-nights from Riverside
Black and white plates, out of state, 
Running a little bit late

Sailors jockey for the fast lane
101 don't miss it
Rolling
'Cause he was great c'mon
I'm on the one mission
To get a politician
To honor or he's a gonner
By the time I get to Arizona

I got twenty five days
Seein' people smile wild in the heat
Hundred and twenty degree
'Cause I want to be free
What's a smilin' fact
When the whole state's racist
Why want
Fly-by-nights from Riverside
Black and white plates, out of state, 
Running a little bit late

Sailors jockey for the fast lane
101 don't miss it
Rolling
succeeds 

A child fights for life, in a state of confusion 
Dragged up in a cesspit full of class 'A' illusions 
The progress chart monitors, brilliant
Seein' people smile wild in the heat
A hundred and twenty degree
'cause I wanna be free
What's a smilin' fact
When the whole state's racist
Why want
on the TV

And that's about the time she walked away from me
Nobody likes you when you're twenty three
And I'm still more amused by TV shows
What the hell is
this situation, they got me facing
I can't have a normal life, I was raised by the state
So I gotta be down with the 'hood team
Too much television
on the TV

And that's about the time she walked away from me
Nobody likes you when you're twenty three
And I'm still more amused by TV shows
What the hell is
on the TV

And that's about the time she walked away from me
Nobody likes you when you're twenty three
And I'm still more amused by TV shows
What the hell is
Yo, yo, fuck what you think
Fuck what you think

It's about what you know, so fuck what you think
Twenty-one and over to drink
Nineteen and over
Wintertime comes early to the north part of this state
I walk along the river where we used to come and skate
The trees're now all gone and by
tune
He's pulling up fast on the right
Rolling restlessly by a twenty-four hour moon

And a Wisconsin hiker with a cue-ball head
He's wishing he was
tune
He's pulling up fast on the right
Rolling restlessly by a twenty-four hour moon

And a Wisconsin hiker with a cue-ball head
He's wishing he was
Brooklyn

Her house was a dusty collection of rusty
Confusion with landings and tunnels
And leaning bookcases and spaces and faces and things
Where
on the TV

And that's about the time she walked away from me
Nobody likes you when you're twenty three
And I'm still more amused by TV shows
What the hell is