...And Keep Reaching For Those Stars (I Hate Myself)

I want to be in a motercycle gang Gangreen and mean and fucked up all the time. Picture me on the back of a Harley Leather-clad and bad and driving fifty-five. I'm going nowhere. I'd rather go somewhere instead. 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 fucked 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.