'Bout time for a property on the moon
This place is going down, down
Can't tell no mainstream from underground
And while we traveled far from home
They moved our houses and made our mothers old
And I know your weak sides have their charm
When your mouth's shot
Our income shows we're not doing good
Powerless, uninvited guests
And if we sweat - it proves we're still full of life
And only social web knows we're a bunch of funny guys
Such a funny guy
Ever heard that dreamers die young?
And dreaming on a minimum wage saves you nothing for a funeral
And while we traveled far from home
Girlfriends got married our worst foes
Cuz they had cars and all that "proper boy's" charm
And you've got what you've got
The recruitment officer knows for sure