As We Celebrate Mediocrity, All The Boys

My Mama Was A Rocker Way Back In Fifty-three, Buys Them Old Records That They Sell On Tv.

Excuse Me If I Have/some Place In My Mind/where I Go Time To Time.

That's Stupid. You Couldn't Pay Me To Go. I'm Not Oversimplifying It. That's What's Going On. I Don't Think It Would Be Any Fun Without The Drugs. It's A Drug Party.

Well, I Started Out Down A Dirty Road Started Out All Alone And The Sun Went Down As I Crossed The Hill And The Town Lit Up, The World Got Still I'm Learning To Fly But I Ain't Got Wings Coming Down Is The Hardest Thing Well, The Good Ol' Days May Not Return And The Rocks Might Melt And The Sea May Burn I'm Learning To Fly But I Ain't Got Wings Coming Down Is The Hardest Thing Well, Some Say Life Will Beat You Down Break Your Heart, Steal Your Crown So I've Started Out For God Knows Where I Guess I'll Know When I Get There I'm Learning To Fly Around The Clouds But What Goes Up Must Come Down

We Don't Really Make Bad Records, Though Some People Might Like Some More Than Others. And We Have Never Really Done A Bad Show. So I Think In A Way Maybe We've Been Taken For Granted.