*in a sea of adolescent geeks and nerds grown to be adolescent college corruption
holding pistol shaped hands high above their nodding heads to form an endless ocean of "W"s
lip-synching every word to the sweater song in perfect drunken harmony
i'm stranded here where i don't belong
trapped in a human cage of drunken fraternities and prudish sororities
pass the expiration date of such antiquated requiems
i stand shoulder to shoulder feeling nothing but the crushing desire to sleep
the crushing desire to escape out into the wild*
Where are we going?
We're going nowhere.
Sep 17, 2011
Sep 17, 2011 at 10:59 PM UTC
*in a sea of adolescent geeks and nerds grown to be adolescent college corruption
holding pistol shaped hands high above their nodding heads to form an endless ocean of "W"s
lip-synching every word to the sweater song in perfect drunken harmony
i'm stranded here where i don't belong
trapped in a human cage of drunken fraternities and prudish sororities
pass the expiration date of such antiquated requiems
i stand shoulder to shoulder feeling nothing but the crushing desire to sleep
the crushing desire to escape out into the wild*
Where are we going?
We're going nowhere.
I was dragged to a Weezer concert by my wife and her parents.
The band wasn't too bad live (tho i will never admit this to them...) but the fans really irritated me...
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