I’m just sitting here watching all the cars go by
Always thinking how we don’t see eye to eye
No no no

Something tells me I’m in something good
Despite my wordly advice
Engaging the hippie neighborhood
Laughing at their demise

Plastic people sitting at their desks
A generation of stones
Mine were rolling in it to their necks
Only to pick through our bones?

Downloading this and overloading that
Standing patiently in line!
She doesn’t hear me whisper at her back
She’s born of forever-wasted minds

Bridge:
Born of forever wasted minds among us
Forever born

In case I forget to speak the obvious
Underneath my breath and pseudo-glorious
In case I forgot the powder party pack
The bottles on my floor, the memories of my flat
…with the chicken quesadillas
In case I forgot the cliches that were said
Your rudimentary view, the cheap sheets upon your bed.

CHORUS:
My Caprice and your bed sheets
Your poly-pants, and my own...
Cheap guitar, my Maiden tapes
Are all I have
...So don't go…oh oh oh

In case I forgot to speak with fashion sense
A rolling stone worn past the bone and clearly spent
In case I forgot to tell you little things
Of fairy tales, heros and of diamond rings
…and of all the silly shit now.

CHORUS:

SOLO:
(All right everybody, stir it up now, Shabba-style.
Stir it up now, Shabba-style
Shabba-style everybody, stir it up now…)

CHORUS:
…In case I forget to speak the obvious
Oh no oh oh oh oh…

END:
In case I forget this is my epitaph
And deep within these lines I hope you hear me laugh…