...and Keep Reaching for Those Stars

I want to be in a motercycle gang

Gangreen and mean and f**ked up all the time.

Picture me on the back of a harley

Leather-clad and bad and driving fifty-five.

I want to see things i'll never get to see

Foreign bronze, klingons, naked girls with purple eyes.

Yeah, look at me - sad and low and lonely - dead-end job, a slob,

And f**ked up all the time.

I'm going nowhere. i'd rather go somewhere instead.

I'm gonna blow a hole through the back of my head.

Don't cry when I say good-bye