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It started when we were little kids
Free spirits but already tormented by our own hands
Given to us by our parents
We got together and wrote on desks
And slept in laundry rooms near snowy mountains
And slipped through whatever cracks we can find, minds altered
We didn't falter in portraying hysterical and tragic
Characters in a smog-filled universe
We loved the dirty city and the journeys away from it
We had not yet been or seen our friends' selves
Chase tails round and round in downward spiral
Leaving a trail or irretrievable vital life juice behind
Still, the brothers-blood-comrades-partner-family-cuzz
Was impenetrable and we lived inside it, laughing with no clothes
And everything experimental 'til death was upon us
In our face, mortality, and lots of things seemed futile then
But love and music can save us, and did
While the giant grey monster grew more poisoned
And volatile around us
Jaws clamping down and spewing ugly shit around
Nothing is the same so we keep moving
We keep moving.
Uh, uh, uh,... (x25)
Oh... shit!
Oh... shit!
Went off and got some haircuts
A lookin' wild and got all drugged up
Hopped a train into the night
Got a ride with a transvestite
Two boys in San Francisco
Two boys in San Francisco
Blasted off in a BART bathroom
Those coppers woke us up
A motherfuckers woke us up
{refren}
Two young brothers on a hovercraft
Telepathics love and belly laughs
Storm the stage of Universal
Slim shine talk box so subversal
Papa's proud and so he sent us
Pounding hearts full and relentless
Two boys in London, England
Two boys in London, England
Climbing out of hostel windows
Wearing gear so out but in though
Come on, kid, and do the no no
{refren}
Huh, huh, huh,... (x15)
Oh, shit!
Oh, shit!
We went to Fairfax HighSchool
Jumped off buildings into their pools
We'd sit down, grease at Canters
Run like hell 'cause they can't catch us
Two boys in L.A. proper
Two boys in L.A. proper
A stealin' anything that we could
Gotta sneak into the Starwood
Gotta peak into the deep good
I remember ten years ago in Hollywood
We did some good and we did some real bad stuff
But the Butthole Surfers said
It was better to regret something you did
Than something you didn't do
Yeah, we were young
But we were lookin', lookin'
Looking for the deep kick
Yeah, seen 'em come, seen 'em go
And I feel like getting close to you
Free spirits but already tormented by our own hands
Given to us by our parents
We got together and wrote on desks
And slept in laundry rooms near snowy mountains
And slipped through whatever cracks we can find, minds altered
We didn't falter in portraying hysterical and tragic
Characters in a smog-filled universe
We loved the dirty city and the journeys away from it
We had not yet been or seen our friends' selves
Chase tails round and round in downward spiral
Leaving a trail or irretrievable vital life juice behind
Still, the brothers-blood-comrades-partner-family-cuzz
Was impenetrable and we lived inside it, laughing with no clothes
And everything experimental 'til death was upon us
In our face, mortality, and lots of things seemed futile then
But love and music can save us, and did
While the giant grey monster grew more poisoned
And volatile around us
Jaws clamping down and spewing ugly shit around
Nothing is the same so we keep moving
We keep moving.
Uh, uh, uh,... (x25)
Oh... shit!
Oh... shit!
Went off and got some haircuts
A lookin' wild and got all drugged up
Hopped a train into the night
Got a ride with a transvestite
Two boys in San Francisco
Two boys in San Francisco
Blasted off in a BART bathroom
Those coppers woke us up
A motherfuckers woke us up
{refren}
Two young brothers on a hovercraft
Telepathics love and belly laughs
Storm the stage of Universal
Slim shine talk box so subversal
Papa's proud and so he sent us
Pounding hearts full and relentless
Two boys in London, England
Two boys in London, England
Climbing out of hostel windows
Wearing gear so out but in though
Come on, kid, and do the no no
{refren}
Huh, huh, huh,... (x15)
Oh, shit!
Oh, shit!
We went to Fairfax HighSchool
Jumped off buildings into their pools
We'd sit down, grease at Canters
Run like hell 'cause they can't catch us
Two boys in L.A. proper
Two boys in L.A. proper
A stealin' anything that we could
Gotta sneak into the Starwood
Gotta peak into the deep good
I remember ten years ago in Hollywood
We did some good and we did some real bad stuff
But the Butthole Surfers said
It was better to regret something you did
Than something you didn't do
Yeah, we were young
But we were lookin', lookin'
Looking for the deep kick
Yeah, seen 'em come, seen 'em go
And I feel like getting close to you