The drugs only made me cry when I was having such a good time
- and in that I lied
I suppose the company was alright, I prefer being locked inside
Widescreen, baby wipes
The past it does not exist, there were bits that I missed
Or tried to hide
From Bonnytown to the Clyde we wore smiles a mile wide
Our shotgun rifles primed.

But it’s sin that’s got its hold on us
Don’t bother us with this.