Tekster: Bomb The Music Industry!. 25!.

I walked two miles in the rain in a suit,
my feet torn up by my father?s shoes.
Receipts and cards tumble out of my pocket
to the floor of the station. I still don?t have a wallet.
Up a flight of stairs to Herald Square.
The umbrellas of New York take up too much air.
So we just walk real slow at double-arms length in unison.

My mom dragged me to the doctor today,
I had a cough for a month and it won?t go away
I?ve been sleeping on floors for three hours a day
and I have no insurance, so she has to pay.
I can?t talk to my friends because I?m embarrassed
that I keep sliding back down. I keep getting depressed.

- We got our ideals but no way to achieve them.
- We got our degree but got no means to use it.
- We?re swimming in debt with no way to surmount it.

- We got thirty bucks and we spend it on whiskey.
- We got credit cards, so we got a new TV.
- We got mobile phones but no minutes so text me.

Get out of my way because I?m 25
and I still act like I?m ten!
I?m 25! I don?t learn from my mistakes
I make them again and again and again and again and again...

- We swallow our pride over piles of problems.
- We whine and complain but we don?t try to solve ?em.
- We?re reaching for answers like nobody?s got ?em.

Get out of my way because I?m 25
and I still act like I?m ten goddamn years old!
Get out of my way because I?m 25
and I still act like I?m ten goddamn years old!