I dunno what we wan't
But I don't really see no future here
But you stand and cheer, we play guitars
With recycled music in podunk bars
No I dunno what we want
Strange passions keep us up here now
So give me some of that rolling shit
Cuz the truth's all relative ain't it?
The future's bleak
It's so nice and empty for me
But I wanna love, I want to make
Be myself hopefully
No career bred crap, cheap and stale
Just give me lots of music and I'll be ok
No I dunno what we want.
Strange passions keep us up here now
So give me some of that rolling shit
Cuz the truth's all relative ain't it?
The future's bleak
It's so nice and empty for me
So give me some of that rolling shit
Cuz the truth's all relative ain't it?
The future's bleak
It's so nice and empty for me
Let Margaret, Freddy, Drew, Marie
Do their thing so beautifully
They're patron saints - we're your boys
Playing with some rocker toys
I don't know what we want
Strange passions keep us up here now