Is he talkin' sense?
He's alright, he's just completely out of his mind, that's all
The trouble with you is, you don't believe in anything
And your trouble is that you believe in anything

Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh oh oh
Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh oh oh

Whats the next city? Whats the next song?
Whats the next thing that'll go terribly wrong?
Well I don't care, no one ever made it anywhere without some scars

Were making stories, were making friends
Were making good times, we’ll trade in our last chips
‘Cause soon the Sun will set
Better live it up while we can

This is a shit-show, it’s a disaster
But its everything I’ve ever wanted
And I wouldn’t trade it for the world
And I wouldn’t trade it for the world

All my friends are dirtbags
My friends are assholes
But I love them just the way they are
You know I wouldn’t change a thing

Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh oh oh
Whoa oh, whoa oh, whoa oh oh oh

We’ll drive this goddamn van into the ground
Keep on chasing the horizon
Show no signs of slowing down

Until the engine blows up
Or we run out of gas
Then we’ll pick up some booze
And get drunk off our asses

It seems that drinkings the solution
To everything else

This is a shit-show, it’s a disaster
But its everything I’ve ever wanted
And I wouldn’t trade it for the world
And I wouldn’t trade it for the world

All my friends are dirtbags
My friends are assholes
But I love them just the way they are
You know I wouldn’t change a thing