And it came back to me that 10 dollar martinis,nAnd too late depressions,nAnd meanings of lives without expressions,nnSo shut up for Christ's sake and dance to the music that made you a moron.nnCause everything's on your side,nAnd everything's perfect to hide,nnWell, we swear by the waves that we ride,nAnd we swear by the things that we tried,nTo coerce you but that was disturbing,nWe tried to think clearly but that was unfaithful,nPie in the sky opportunities hate you,nAnd love kills everyone,nIn fantasies filmed in the sun,nFantasies filmed in the sun.