Texty: Channel 3. CH3. The Whine Of Youth.

I can still see the moon on the night we met
It was shining like the grin of a fool
You got into the van, drew all over the roof
I don't know why, but I thought it was cool

You were all Doc Martens and Clove cigarettes
Black Beauties and Blue Label beer
And though I licked every one I finally lost count
Of all the holes pierced round your right ear

All of the nights spent in harmless crime
When will I have a better time?

The whine of youth, bitter roar
The whine of youth, hear me snore...

Ten years later standing in Cozumel
Left foot on a poisonous fish
You almost died and your mouth turned blue
All I thought of was your lipstick

A lifetime gone and my only art left
Is Vicodin and PS2

I think now and then what might have been
Bald, broke and morally screwed

Those were the days, God, we kicked some ass
You punkass kids get off my grass