We've all sailed through storms Just like Steamboat Willie, But this time we actually might drown. Besides cash in my pockets And girls I think are pretty, There's four things I need Before I go down I'm sayin, Pack a couple bowls for my boys tonight, And give me the chance to kiss my bike Goodbye, give all my records to all my best friends, And tell mom I'm sorry I drove her insane. So wet your lips dear, And sing like the ships going down. We've been here before And we came out laughing But this time I think we actually might drown. I've been from private school Polos to sweet jail of Canada And slept on the most random couches And floors. I'm a spoiled yuppie punk And maybe thats not all I'm after But I've seen things people pay calendars for. I would say piece another heatstick But god I'm just tired And all my friends say this cartoon's life Expired. Some of them ran off chasing corporate grins, And some of them left me for oxycotton. So whats the point dear, To build up what only breaks down. I'm leaving just as mixed up as when I got here. They'll find me in Morro Bay floating face down.