I want to be in a motercycle gang Green 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'm going nowhere. I'd rather go somewhere instead 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 going nowhere. I'd rather go somewhere instead I'm gonna blow a hole through the back of my head
