Regret Is

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 could find

Minds altered, we didn't falter

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 spirals

Leaving trail of irretrievable, vital life juice behind

Still, the brothersbloodcomradespartnerfamilycuzz

Was impenetrable and we lived inside it

Laughing with no clothes,

And everything experimental 'till 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 gray monster grew

More poisoned and volatile around us

Jaws clamping down and spewing ugly shit around

Nothing is the same

So we keep moving

So we keep moving

Went off and got some hair cuts

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

The mothersfuckers woke us up

Two young brothers on a hover craft

Telepathetic love and bellylaughs

Storm the stage of Universal

Slim shine talk boy go 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 kind and do the no no

Two young brothers on a hovercraft

Telepathics love and belly laughs

We went to Fairfax High School

Jumped off buildings into their pools

We'd sit down and grease at Canters

Run like hell they can't catch us

Two boys in L.A. proper

Two boys in L.A. proper

Stealin' anything that we could

Gotta sneak into the Starwood

Gotta peak into the deep good

I remember

10 years ago in Hollywood

We did some good

And we did some real bad stuff

But the Butthole Surfers said

It's better to regret something you did

Than something you didn't do

We were young

And we were looking

Looking, looking for that deep kick

Seen 'em come, seen 'em go

(And I feel I'm getting close to you)