Fuck the crickets in the treesnWho says you need a nightlife to be someone?nI killed some old friends in a dreamnBut something’s still not rightnnHigher I.Q.nCultured up the ass, still don’t have a cluenAlways come in last, never gonna winnAlways gonna losennThoughts don’t make up for no plansnMy brain’s on fire but my heart’s on thin icenIf I have to think aheadnI’m not going to think twice