Texty:
Mad Caddies Quality Soft Core

we are one in a million we are one and the same like buildings of our generation, they're in our name they'll censor it with a whistle now while back

you don't know where im going you ask me where iv'e been you wish you couldn't understand im gonna fight this till the end local girls and you wont see

goleta goleta not the place i wanna be goleta goleta split twins both have hiv goleta goleta not the place i wanna be everybody's gotta come see pick

why do you make this sound so difficult to say you follow me around you will not go away you get into my car and you expect a ride, i wanna go into a

my mind's locked up in a world that i don't know the end is coming soon i think i'll lose control staring out my window and it feels fine well... i'

i find myself searching for the soul i once had watered down the smoke inside me i've become a no-mad there's been no body oh for sooo long now i want

don't let you know i'll do ya no good while ya go down that stronghold like ya know ya should you're livin' up in a cloud and tantalizing all your pain