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