I cant contain emotion get it out of my mind I can bend the rules with primitive tools and stutters I feel right at home beside the woodshed, give as good as i do get And I heart the part when you play the concerned friend When will it end?? Unfortunately no of us will get away spared From the never ending night life that we shared I cant not even do one sit up , sit ups are so bourgeoisie I busy hanging out and spending your money What does it mean??