(Six punks!) Six punks in a hundred dollar warehouse
Moved out to the small town waterfront
Half fantasy, half misery, half wishful thinking
Adds up to less than you'd think I'd be missing
Thinking everything was changing, that was our mistake
Projecting our own problems and ambitions on the landscape
Investing all our hopes and burying our dreams
Impatient for huge roots to grow out of little seeds
I could see Julia coming up over the hill
Just back from a six-week tour with Filth
DayGlo yellow hair filling the empty street with light
Like the sun coming up after a long cold
Oh well
Sitting up on top of Bottle Hill, eating ice cream
Trying to sleep through Monsula rehearsing
Eating oranges right off of the tree
Riding Evan's moped out to go and feed the
Ahh!
Thinking everything was changing, that was our mistake
Projecting our own problems and ambitions on the landscape
Investing all our hopes and burying our dreams
Impatient for huge roots to grow out of a little scene
Crazy Art was an old guy who lived a block away
Always on his porch screaming 'bout how it was gonna rain
Dressed up like the Lone Ranger, we just smiled and waved
How could a storm come on such a sunny day?