Some people live for pleasure
Some get off on the pain
So tie my arms together
And fuck me in the face
Pick up the pieces and put 'em back together again
Some people think life is a game
Some people got something to say
But I just go
Na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Well how do you like that?
Why it's an old man
Writing on the sand with the point of his finger
I don't like this at all
Well I'm sorry, I don't see what that man is writing
What are you writing, old man?
Old man, don't you hear me talking to you?
I watched a revolution
From a pool house point of view
I'll slit my generation
Now we got nothing to do
Some get addicted only after they give it up
Some people need someone to save
Some people need someone to blame
But I just need
Na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
