Its 2:45, the baby takes his first The never knew he only had a few left And the father a call in the middle of the night His breath gets short and his chest gets
But hes sixteen and hes driving too Takes a to the left, it would be his last Nobody knows what happens if he turns to the in the car wouldve died that night
But hes thirty-two and The cancer he had it was He never saw it coming, thought he had his whole in the morning and he died in the night
Were all so, on the run But aware, oh Oh, wasted, no, no, no Were all wasted, no, no Were all
He's seven old, got his bat in his hand Hes looking for his father and he doesnt dads too busy, got some deals on the way His son sits as the children play
And hes eighteen he couldnt to move out His parents what all the rush is about They never bothered his dreams, only thinking of theirs Wonders why he call and why he doesnt care
But hes thirty-two and everything he is based on principle He never had a truly happy moment in his He didnt want the kids and he want his wife
wasted, no, no, no Were all wasted, no, no Were all
wasted Were all all wasted, no, no Were all
Twenty-three now, got his in his hands Hes all around and he doesnt understand 'Cause lifes too busy, get in the way We all alone every single day
And at eighteen, wait to move out Its been five years and now Im starting to Whether all my dreams are just aimless Looking up to some place that isnt
When Im will I be miserable? With everything based on principle? Will I have a clue? Oh, it be nice To never be alone in wasted life?
wasted, no, no, no Were all wasted, no, no Were all
wasted Were all all wasted, no, no Were all
wasted Were wasted, no, no All