When all your friends they hire lawyers
And you don't recognize who's in your bed
The smokes only get you feeling normal
Maybe, kid, your best days aren't ahead
 
Dirty laundry on filthy floors
The skeletons swim out your door
And your family won't return your call no more
Maybe, kid, your best days aren't ahead
 
Sometimes you're the red light
Sometimes you're the green
Sometimes you're the ocean
Sometimes you're the stream
Sometimes you're the hammer
Sometimes you're the nail
Lately, I just keep on getting screwed
 
My drink it tastes like dirty secrets
The guilt it builds slowly in the drain
My hands are wrinkled, my eyes they sting like rays
Maybe, kid, your best days aren't ahead
 
Sometimes you're the red light
Sometimes you're the green
Sometimes you're the ocean
Sometimes you're the stream
Sometimes you're the hammer
Sometimes you're the nail
Lately, I just keep on getting screwed