It started when we were little kids
Free spirits, but already tormented by our own hands
Given to us by our parents
We got together and wrote on desks and slept in laundry rooms near snowy mountains
And slipped through whatever cracks we can find
Minds altered, we didn't falter
In portraying hysterical and tragic characters in a smog filled universe
We loved the dirty city and the journeys away from it
We had not yet been or seen our friends
Selves chase tails round and round in downward spiral
Leaving trail of irretrievable vital life juice behind
Still the brothers blood comrades partner family cuzz was impenetrable
And we lived inside it, laughing with no clothes
And everything experimental 'til death was upon us
In our face, mortality
And lots of things seemed futile then
But love and music can save us and did
While the giant grey monster grew more poisoned and volatile around us
Jaws clamping down and spewing ugly shit around
Nothing is the same, so we keep moving
We keep moving
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh
Oooooh shit
Oooooh shit
Went off and got some hair cuts
Lookin' wild and got all drugged up
Hopped a train into the night
Got a ride with a transvestite
Two boys in San Francisco
Two boys in San Francisco
Blasted off in a BART bathroom
Those coppers woke us up
Motherfuckers woke us up
Two young brothers (hell yeah)
On a hover craft (yeah)
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Telepathics, love and belly laughs (ha ha ha ha)
(????)
Storm the stage of Universal
Slim shine, talk box, go subversal
Papa's proud and so, he sent us
Pounding hearts, full and relentless
Two boys in London, England
Two boys in London, England
Climbing out of hostel windows
Wearing gear so out, but in though
Come on kid, do the no no
Two young brothers on a hover craft (yeah)
Telepathics, love and belly laughs (ah yeah)
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Oooooh shit
Oooooh shit
We went to Fairfax High School
Jumped off buildings into their pools
We'd sit down, grease at Canters
Run like hell 'cause they can't catch us
Two boys in L.A. proper
Two boys in L.A. proper
Stealin' anything that we could
Gotta sneak into the Starwood
Gotta peak into the deep good
I remember 10 years ago in Hollywood
We did some good and we did some real bad stuff
But the Butthole Surfers said
It's better to regret something you did than something you didn't do
Yeah, we were young
But we were looking, looking
Looking for the deep kick
Yeah, seen 'em come, seen 'em go
And I still like getting close to you
Still like getting close to you
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