This season we're going all out And I mean ballistic We ain't pulling no punches Taking out all the stops Were gonna go mad Talk,talk ,talk Go, go go! I'm talking about road trips to nowhere Bar hoping like alcoholic amphibians Bus rides to The Big City Cliff jumping Hold our breaths as the fireworks launch themselves into the summer evening sky and explode As we dance and sing of wonderful things Debouched *** Experimenting with sense derangement Study the spiritual teaching from the far east Make the suburbans myths that will never fade Roller coaster calamities Visit strip clubs under the unfinished highway Lay back on a crowded beach and float in the ocean Hike in the wilderness up a torrent mountain And when we reach the top we'll howl at the moon in the starry midnight air We will write compelling manifestos of freedom And we will not sleep We will grow stronger, wiser And when fall comes we will be new We'll be alive We will have known what it means to live Live Live