It's all the same Rotten and lame Lame We lucked out we lucked out We lucked out on everything We lucked out we lucked out We lucked out on everything I wanna get in trouble just a little bit Don't wanna listen to no one I'm sick of it I wanna get in trouble just a little bit Don't wanna follow the rules I'm gettin' sick of it You think I Would know Where I Wanna go We'll figure it out like we always do And if it all falls through We got nothing to lose We'll figure it out like we always do And if it all falls through we got nothing to lose If it all falls through We got nothing to lose If it all falls through We got nothing to lose Berry bagels And Juice in the fridge Everything we dreamed of When we were kids A beautiful view through a dirty window Remember when we lived on the street We called Winston Finally we live in a house with no roaches Or tweaked out landlords making up bullshit I love the way you say I love the way you say We lucked out we lucked out We lucked out on everything We lucked out we lucked out We lucked out on everything I wanna get in trouble just a little bit Don't wanna listen to no one I'm sick of it I wanna get in trouble just a little bit Don't wanna listen to no one I'm sick of it You think I would know