Well, I don't hate my parents
I don't get drunk just to spite themI've got my own reasons to drink nowI think I'll call my dad up and invite him
I can sleep in till noon anytime I wantThough there's not many days that I doGotta get up and take on that worldWhen your an adult it's no cliche it's the truth
'Cause I'm an adult nowI'm an adult nowI've got the problems of an adultOn my head and on my shouldersI'm an adult now
I can't even look at young girls anymorePeople will think I'm some kind of pervertAdult sex is either boring or dirtyYoung people they can get away with murder
I don't write songs about girls anymoreI have to write songs about womenNo more boy meets girl boy loses girlMore like man tries to understand what the hell went wrong
'Cause I'm an adult nowI'm an adult nowI've got the problems of an adultOn my head and on my shouldersI'm an adult nowI'm an adult nowI'm an adult now
I can't take any more illicit drugsI can't afford any artificial joyI'd sure look like a fool dead in a ditch somewhereWith a mind full of chemicalsLike some cheese-eating high school boy
'Cause I'm an adult nowI'm an adult nowI've got the problems of an adultOn my head and on my shouldersI'm an adult now
Sometimes my head hurts and sometimes my stomach hurtsAnd I guess it won't be long'Fore I'm sitting in a room with a bunchOf people whose necks and backs are achingWhose sight and hearing's fadingWho just can't seem to get it upSpeaking of hearing, I can't take too much loud music
I mean I like to play it, but I sure don't like the racketNoise, but I can't hear anythingJust guitars screaming, screaming, screamingSome guy screaming in a leather jacketWoah!
I'm an adult nowI'm an adult nowI've got the problems of an adultOn my head and on my shouldersI'm an adult now
I'm an adult nowI'm an adult nowI've got the problems of an adultOn my head and on my shouldersI'm an adult nowI'm an adult nowI'm an adult nowI'm an adult now
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment