It started when we were
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Little kids free spirits but
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Already tormented by our own hands
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Given to us by our parents we got together
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And wrote on desks and slept in laundry
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Rooms near snowy mountains & slipped through
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Whatever cracks we can find minds altered
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We didn't falter in portraying hysterical
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And tragic characters in a smog filled
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Universe we loved the dirty city and the
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Journeys away from it we had not yet been
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Or seen our friends selves chase tails round
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And round in downward spiral leaving trail
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Of irretrievable vital life juice behind still
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The brothersbloodcomradespartnerfamilycuzz
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Was impenetrable
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And we lived inside it laughing with no clothes
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And everything experimental 'till death was
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Upon us in our face mortality and
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Lots of things seemed futile then but
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Love and music can save us and did while
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The giant grey monster grew more poisoned
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And volatile around us jaws clamping down
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And spewing ugly shit around nothing
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Is the same so we keep moving.
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Went off and got some hair cuts
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Lookin' wild & got all drugged up
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Hopped a train into the night
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Got a ride with a transvestite
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Two boys in San Francisco
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Two boys in San Francisco
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Blasted off in a BART bathroom
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Those coppers woke us up
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Motherfuckers woke us up
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Two young brothers on a hover craft
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Telepathics love and belly laughs
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Storm the stage of Universal
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Slim shine talk box go subversal
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Papa's proud and so he sent us
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Pounding hearts full and relentless
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Two boys in London, England
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Two boys in London, England
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Climbing out of hostel windows
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Wearing gear so out but in though
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Come on kid and do the no no
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Two young brothers on a hover craft
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Telepathics, love and belly laughs
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We went to Fairfax High School
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Jumped off buildings into their pools
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We'd sit down and grease at Canters
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Run like hell they can't catch us
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Two boys in L.A. proper
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Two boys in L.A. proper
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Stealin' anything that we could
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Gotta sneak into the Starwood
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Gotta peak into the deep good
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I remember 10 years ago
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In Hollywood we did some good
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And we did some real bad stuff
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But the Butthole Surfers
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Always said it's better to regret
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Something you did
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Than something you didn't do
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We were young and we
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Were looking for the deep kick...
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Seen 'em come seen
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'Em
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Go
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Deep Kick
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| Red Hot Chili Peppers |
