Everything is exactly right
When I walk around here
Drunk every night
With an open container from Seven Eleven
In St. Ide's heaven
Been out haunting the neighborhood
And everybody can see I'm no good
When I'm walking out between parked cars
With my head full of stars
High on amphetamines
The moon is a light bulb breaking
It'll go around with anyone
But it won't come down for anyone
You think you know what brings me down
But I want those things you could never allow
You see me smile and you think it's a frown
Turn it upside-down
'Cause everyone is a fucking pro
And they all got answers from trouble they know
And they all gotta say what you should and shouln't do
Well they don't have a clue
High on amphetamines
The moon is a light bulb breaking
It'll go around with anyone
But it won't come down for anyone
And I won't come down for anyone
