72 Hours - The Lillingtons

Time flies into yesterday

And all those things now are so far away

But some things never seem to change

I’m still the same old kid

I don’t get paid

I don’t get laid

And I don’t really care

They told me they had a cure

But it’s been seven years, and I’m still waiting

For every saint and every jerk

Everyone has their things

We’re maniacs, hypochondriacs

And that’s just fine with me

'Cause though our clocks are ticking

Right now we’re here and kicking

If I head for that cliff, will you still catch m?

Each time they turn it up

But I just tear it down

My thoughts alkalin

And I run on gasoline

It’s so unfair, but that is life

That may be so, but I don’t have to like it

We’ve always got what’s in our minds

Each laugh and happy day from every rush

Each stupid crush

They’ll never go away