Always in the background getting stoned
Fuck with their assumptions 'til they've flown
All the same
One thing that you've got to admit, it sticks
Just another summer on your back
Politics and manners that you lack
You and me, underneath the poplar trees in dreams
On your own, It's too far
Walking home, now typical
I'm too old to get your jokes, you're too young
Let's do this more
On your own
It's too far
Walking home, now typical
I'm too old, so get your jokes, you're too young
Let's do this more, girls in black, oh they had golden dreams
And one by one, they tell me their fantasies
Until I'm sold
Until they've grown
Until they've when is everything too much for you?
I thought that was kinda messed up when you
Locked me out, naked in my own front yard
It's hard sometimes
On your own, it's too far
Walking home, now typical
I'm too old to get your jokes, you're too young
Let's do this more
On your own, it's too far
Walking home, now typical
I'm too old, so get your jokes, you're too young
Let's do this more, girls in black, oh they had golden dreams
And one by one, they tell me their fantasies
Girls in black, oh they had golden dreams
And one by one, they tell me their fantasies