Running out of time again Where did you go wrong this time? When your problems overwhelm you Go get drunk it's party time Take a quaalude, relax your
let the music die Join us if you've got the energy We're the proud, the few Descendents rockin' alone tonight We're the proud, the few Descendents
(Lyrics and Music by T. Lombardo) I don't want to grow up I don't want to grow up If growing up means being like you Then I don't want
Why can't you see you torture me You're already thinking about someone else When he comes home you'll be in your arms and I'll be gone But I know My day
I like food, food tastes good! I like food, food tastes good! Juicy burgers, greasy fries Turkey legs and raw fish eyes Teenage girls, with ketchup too
Got your jordache jeans Got your pretty long hair Dinner and a movie powder your nose Take their honey for lay Just like pay Your just a human being on
Judgement time again, who's on the shit list this time around Whose friends can we pick and tell them how to live Value judgement hide, it's a-comin'
Almost ready, almost there Or is it already over She's a friend in need She's a friend in deed She needs someone to hold her Alone at night, she plans
(Lyrics and Music by B. Stevenson) * I know a place, up in the air It's not very far, I've been there before I know a place, cool and warm
(Lyrics by M. Aukerman, Music by T. Lombardo) Don't you think it's time I let you know Don't you think I should before you go I'm not gonna
(Lyrics and Music by B. Stevenson) Started on a summer Sunday, the pink dress on the setting sun You were going to grandma's house, I was too
I want to be stereotyped I want to be classified I want to be a clone I want a suburban home Suburban home Suburban home Suburban home I want to be a
Welcome to Der Weinerschnitzel, may I take your order please? Yeah I want: Two large cokes, Two large fries Chili-cheese dog, large Doctor Pepper Super
