Mother was a bartender, pops was a truck driver, tough guy who always aimed much higher Would lift you up and leave you there Just hanging in the air Dying to be famous with the latest and the greatest of the masochists and sadists Your sacrifices is so contrived Fraudulent, contractualized If there's nothing you would die for, then what are you alive for? There's no reason for believing anymore Blame it on us For expecting too much I wanna dig up The Beatles, fuck, and share needles With girls from 70s TV shows All the stars that you look up to will let you down They're dead by now All the stars that you look up to will let you down They're dead by now I got a feeling that it's gonna get cold tonight Watching all the stars get old and die Well it may sound weird, what with you up there and us down here But you forgot the feel of living, it's warm and it's forgiving When those clouds clear, can you still see us down here? Well you forgot the feel of living, it's what you loved in the beginning If there's nothing you would die for, then what are you alive for? There's no reason for believing anymore Blame it on us For setting you up I wanna dig up The Beatles, fuck, and share needles With girls from 70s TV shows I wanna eat a bald eagle, fuck and share needles Or dig Reno in 70s tuxedos