Bluebook value just went down Interest died just hangin’ ’round Stock just dropped umpteen percent Shattered in the wet cement
The caveat is now I’m finally free to misbehave, to be brave Cosmic swirly spins my sins around my skull Never dull Moments culled, slate wiped I am cynical serene
Undernourished, underpaid On second thought, my compensations probably fair
Yeah, I seek nothing Arrive at nothing Simply do nothing And nothing quite compares
Tales of fortune Always violent Want for nothing Rock for silent Screams, waking dreams
I am prime, not past mine Cosmic swirly spins my sins around my skull Moments culled, have no power Sight unseen, slate wiped clean I am cynical serene Too young to start to let my heart begin to sour