join a punk band, shave your head and get a tattoo

vintage

brown eyes, i hold you near

vintage

and kids strung out on homemade speed

h&m

you bought a new bag of pot, so let's make a new start

vintage

never trust a fucking hippie and for that matter don't trust anyone

bronx

and you fasten my seat belt because it is the law

we keep driving round in circles and are we there yet?

i'll make the most of all the sadness