Bikeage

Running out of time again, where did you go wrong this time?

When your problems overwhelm you, you go get drunk, it's party time.

Take a Quaalude, relax your mind, relax your body too.

You run from your problems, but you never get away.

No one loves you, and you wonder why.

Sitting there with your mouth full of beer, your eyes are glazed, your face is red.

Who's gonna pick you up and use you for tonight

When you're on the streets with a needle in your arm

Selling your body for another fix

Who's gonna pick you up and take you home with them tonight

You're running out of breath again

You're an old maid at age of 15

You're losing that little girl's charm

Cry all night, she'll never get it back

Don't be afraid, it's not too late

Say to yourself, "I need a lift."

Wearing off, wearing out, I can't think about it.

It just makes me sick.

Sitting there with your mouth full of beer,

your eyes are glazed, your face is red.

Who's going to pick you up and use you for the night?

Not me.

Not me.

When you're on the streets with a needle in your arm,

selling your body for another fix,

Who's gonna pick you up and take you home with them tonight?

Not me.

Not me.

Not me.

Not me.

Not me.

Not me.

Not me.