Rock and Roll is fucking Useless Is one of my excuses For throwin in the towel and giving up Im down for packing up my saturn And flooring it towards Nebraska You've gotta get in your rocket Fullspeed ahead straight towards the moon It doesn't matter if its grad school in Boston Or Christmas Trees in Austin Do what you gotta do Shut up already I get the picture You go to school make out, make kids, and die Im scared of packin up my Windstar And flooring it to Nebraska You've gotta get in your rocket Fullspeed ahead straight towards the moon It doesn't matter if its grad school in Boston Or Christmas Trees in Austin Do what you gotta do I think it's high time That I take off I think it's high time That I take off I think it's high time That I take off I think it's high time That I take off You've gotta get in your rocket Fullspeed ahead straight towards the moon It doesn't matter if its grad school in Boston Or Christmas Trees in Austin Do what you gotta do