72 Hours

Time flies into yesterday
and all those things
now are so far away
but some things never seem to change
I'm still the same old kid
I don't get paid, I don't get laid
and I don't really care

they told me they had a cure
but it's been seven years
and I'm still waiting
for every saint and every jerk
everyone has their things:
we're maniacs, hypochondriacs
and that's just fine with me

'cause though our clocks are ticking
right now we're here and kicking
if I head for that cliff
will you still catch me?
each time they turn it up
but I just tear it down
my thoughts alkaline and I run on
gasoline

it's so unfair but that is life
that may be so but I don't have to like it
we've always got what's in our minds:
each laugh and happy day
from every rush, each stupid crush
they never go away