Turn Off The Lights,
To what we new as the dance floor,
The radio misrepresents,
Decades that meant more,
I've been holding back,
I drank the bitterness
Because I got my red medicine,
In at least 13 songs,
They helped me survive,
Model homes and perfect lawns,
I've been holding back,
I drank the bitterness
[Chorus:]
These days can't find the answers on a record sleeve,
No taste in film or whats on TV,
The music's bright but the songs are dim,
These times are tough and the pickings are slim
These days can't find the answers on a record sleeve,
No taste in film or what's on TV,
The music's bright but the songs are dim,
But it's these songs that write a childhood story
It's amazing how our dreams never seem to lack 
precision,
And we never quite think about the depths of our 
decisions,
See I was 13 and living out on appleby,
The nature of my life was mother fuckers always 
hasslin' about,
Coming clean about the life that I was living,
And quickly I erased all the choices I was given'
As the story goes one night I head to a show and the 
next thing you know,
Is I would never be forgiven
Songs that write a childhood story, songs that always 
live inside me