I will hate clubs, also small talk and drugs

mainly exist as a shut in

You will drag bars with unkown mods

till you see the sun come up all of a sudden



Yeah, but we got one thing in common



Though we might think better of it

We won't settle down

Till our heads are wrecked

We'll toss around toss around



I'll lie in bed with wondering and dread 

and then take a drive somewhere

You'll do coaine, stubmle out of taxis

and end up with smoke in your hair



Yeah, but look at this



Though we might really need to

We won't settle down

Till we're all shot out

We'll toss around toss around



I'll go out on reconnaissance missions

Then run home to recover

You'll be sleeping with a couple of Dean Martins

Not telling one about the other



So what's gonna happen now



Though it would be wise

We won't settle down

We were born on the last watch, baby

Toss around Toss around