Lyrics
Alice is dating a man in his forties
A film director making Hollywood oldies
His hair is grey and his tongue lost it's filter
I kinda like him but I think he might kill her sometimes
Ah, ah, ah, ah-ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah-ah
Matthew's in Soho, used to be my neighbor
He found somebody that still reads the paper
They keep it open 'cause its casual business
I kinda like them can't tell if it's wicked or not
All of my friends are strung out and worried
Stuck in between in their youth and their thirties
All of their lovers are eighty and older
I can't say nothing
I'm alone with no closurе, oh well
Ba-da-da-dum, ba-da, da-da-da-dum
Ba-da-da-dum, da
Christine is working down at the bеach side
Selling to members, coke under night skies
Sometimes they'll sit and they'll talk about their wives
Offers a shoulder and gives them a good time for cheap
Boom-ba-da, boom-ba-da, boom-ba, da-da
Boom-ba-da, boom-ba-da, boom-ba, da-da
Sky's out in Phoenix, he hides in his trailer
It's for the best 'cause he's probably safer
No one to hurt him and no one to hurt
No water to drown and he stares at the dirt in the breeze
All of my friends are strung out and worried
Stuck in between in their youth and their thirties
All of their minds are decaying and rusted
I can't say nothing
I'm brittle and busted, oh well
Ba-da-da-dum, ba-da, da-da-da-dum
Ba-da-da-dum, da
Ba-da-da-dum, ba-da, da-da-da-dum
Ba-da-da-dum, da
I'm at the doctors, they're claiming I'm crazy
I tell 'em I'm not, I'm just clinically lazy
None of my clothes are ever my size
I can't stop the lying so I guess they were right in the end
I guess they were right in the end
I guess they were right in the end
Ba-da-da-dum, ba-da, da-da-da-dum (I guess they were right in the end)
Ba-da-da-dum, da