I will hate clubs, also small talk and drugs mainly exist as a shut in You will drag bars with unkown mods till you see the sun come up all of a sudden Yeah, but we got one thing in common Though we might think better of it We won't settle down Till our heads are wrecked We'll toss around toss around I'll lie in bed with wondering and dread and then take a drive somewhere You'll do coaine, stubmle out of taxis and end up with smoke in your hair Yeah, but look at this Though we might really need to We won't settle down Till we're all shot out We'll toss around toss around I'll go out on reconnaissance missions Then run home to recover You'll be sleeping with a couple of Dean Martins Not telling one about the other So what's gonna happen now Though it would be wise We won't settle down We were born on the last watch, baby Toss around Toss around