yeth uhhuh

i'll stand for what i believe in, yeah
don't play the same song
two times in a row
in a room full of the same people.
Don't tell that you poured
the chocolate wine
down the drain.
Don't blurt out
details
that no one should know.

But I'm growing up, yeah
and these virtues are innocent
and naive.
Now I have house-lust
and am worried about the future
that should happen soon, in may
but won't.
Instead I'll wear the same clothes
two times in a row
in a room full of the same people,
sip that disaster of a drink,
and say yeah, i threw up this one time
in a box of presents
and was restrained
from kicking a guys ass
on an unfamiliar city street.
fuck me.

give me a good job
a home
a family
a friend
and i'll be happy.
yeth uhhuh
or so i say.