It's always ain't the same, no more, no I've been gone for a while now Excruciatingly congested My pockets turned inside out Maybe I'll take a week's vacation And swim across the pond But the rent's at mass due But it's called temp due And all them ranch kids Spending their allowance Bending all the rules A bunch of pimp kids Cheating on their tests And breaking down the schemes Somebody ought to break their teeth You got me, got me, got me getting answers in disguise They're never good enough for me We're at the salty edge of addiction When I'm looking for a set of B's It's tiny how well we can break these rules Maybe it's real deep But by the look of things, all shit to play And all them ranch kids Spending their allowance Bending all the rules A bunch of pimp kids Cheating on their tests And breaking down the schemes Somebody ought to break their teeth Somebody ought to break their teeth I'm running for a break on June the 3rd or the 9th day But my heart's broken too well I won't be here any day I'll shut my mouth and let go And say I won't again And I'll hold it to my soul And I'll practice what it means, yeah