I'm blowing out spirit smoke
As you turn to me try to think me down
The crust punks now've got credit cards
And it don't phase me when they're living like suicides
All of my friends with degrees
Are just standing back counter making minimum wage with me
Good thing they followed through they kept clean,
Trained heads just to get let down and dying
We need something new
Everybody needs just a little cool
Yeah, We all need something
Cause we've got next to nothing
I'm blowing out spirit smoke
As you turn to me try to think me down
You tell me that I should quit
Well I think you should start
And all the circles make their way quickly
We need something new
Cause everybody leaves just a little soon
Just give us something
Cause we've got next to nothing
And hey hey, I'm worn out
And hey, I'm worn out for good