We drop by giving up the laughs galorenBut when it’s time to go we’re solo out the doornIt always hits us in the ass on the waynMakes us feel we’re alivenor at least okaynI ain't might be gain, but feeling good’s the goalnThis cat’s pushing number eightnHe’s got nothing to losennThe damned don’t cry ‘til the fire fliesnThey got nothing to losenThis snake’s eyeing his behindnHe’s got nothing to losenYeah we’ve got nothing to losennSquaresville, squaresville is the only placenyou won’t find on our treasure map of deep disgracenWell-oh-well rounded’s our aimnContinental, sentimentalnusually disdainednWe land standing on life number eight