There you go in Pontiacs
That still have tape decks
Listening to that Beck song
The one you used to fuck to
Her. Legs. On. Your. Shoulders.
Forget the space shuttle crash
Drinking vodka and orange juice
Losing your virginity to someone
Whose name now has an epitaph
Headstone. With. The. Marble. Angel.
Walking away in the rain
While she calls out your name
She’s got something inside
You’re too scared to look back
Dead. Before. Day. Number. One
They said happiness was a state of mind
Looking for it in bottles with colored labels
In between her thighs you place your tongue
You have failed them all again
This. Is. The. Final. Countdown.