Throwing parties in the basement Is just another dancefloor-replacement I hear it coming and it wont stop running My parents are home And my head keeps spinning You wouldn't know if it hit you Your parents wouldn't even miss you You seem scared Drunk in an attic Your dad lights his pipe And seems no sympathetic These wasted times These wasted times Never spent a minute Being reasonable These wasted times These wasted times Just filled them up With the unspeakable Looking back, contemplating life Flick around with an old palette knife There were some good times But most of them wasted Tonight it's time to Crawl back and regret it These wasted times These wasted times Never spent a minute Being reasonable These wasted times These wasted times Just filled them up With the unspeakable